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Em C
Innocence, it don't come easy - in a sense it never will
Am G D
Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed
Em C
So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going
Am G D
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
Em
As I go on
C
Wondering if I've got a soul and
D G
Counting down the hours 'til it goes
Em C
On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
Am G D
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
Em C
And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,
Am G D
Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed
Em C
But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95
Am G D
To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
Em C
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
Am G D
But not with interference from the power lines above
Em
As I go on
C
Wondering if I've got a soul and
D G
Counting down the hours 'til it goes
Em C
And oh, precautions, yes precautions
Am G D
But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone
Em C
And in the dark it's hard to know a friend
Am G D
But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry
Em C
As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
Am G D
And I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan
Em C
And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
Am G D
And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?
Em
As I go on
C
Wondering if I've got a soul and
D G
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
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