A                            D
She took a long cold look at me
                                 A
and smiled and gazed all over my arm
                                D
she loves to see me get down to ground
                                A
she hasn't time just to be with me
                                  D
her face between all she means to be
                                 A
to be extreme, just to be extreme
                           D
a broken pier on the wavy sea
                                      A
she wonders why for all she wants to see...
          G
But I got up and I stomped around
                                            E         E7
and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground...
           A                      D
The end of truth that lay out the time
                                 A
spent lazing here on a painting dream
                             D
a mile or more in a foreign clime
                         A
to see farther inside of me.

( D  A  D )
 
A                              D
And looking high up into the sky
                                     A
I breathe as the water streams over me...

( D  A )