C Em
Today, I feel close to ill
D Am
It seems to be alright
C Em
Steady hands and steady feet
D Am
I push you far behind
C Em
Miles to go, I'm drifting slow
D Am
This wholesome life of mine
C Em
Mother told us not to go
D Am
No fingers in the fire
Em Em7 Em
Alright
C D B7
I am only as good as you want me to be
C A7 D7 B7
I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak
C D B7
I am only as good as you want me to be
A D
I don't know what I'm doing
B7
It's easy to see
C Em D Am
Mmm
G A C
Pages after pages I write for me and no one else
G
Standing tall, no brick in the wall
A Am
I take care of myself
G D
Fickle is as fickle does
A C
As solitary links
