midwestfall

A: F F6 Bb6/G C/F
F F6 Bb6/G C/F Bb

B: F Bb C Bb
F Bb C/F F Bb

Tall faux poet earring boys
Entrepreneurs who make noise
They’re no match for me and you

you lying piles in of plaid
fresh from evenings had addressing letters to the other side of the booth

and the midwest falls on us
who knew it could be like this?

You lying indescribably
Within inches of me
Skinny and warm
I can picture the rice

Hopscotch fifty blocks
Who knew it could be like this?

I touch
You breathe
You absolutely kill me
You are a star
Wishing on a necklace

At museé de mechanique
Suburbs fall and oceans leak
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

Words are scattering in
folds of flannel buried
I know exactly where I'm ending up
Even waiting for the bus
As the morning falls on us

Wishing on a necklace only understates the obvious

Words and music by michael johnson
© 1998 zubsongs, ltd.