I've been asked to write a song without a swear word or a slight
At myself or another, for my mother for my bride
A song that'll shine on my kids and theirs to come
Something that'll love them and watch over when I'm gone
To my ward, to my wheel-chair, to [C7]my [A]ɾunner's-up drip
Will you [A7push me will you [A7pull when I'm too fat to [C7]see myâ?¦
Didn't I always tell you [A7I'd stay for [Dm7]2000 years?
You'd better hope that science fiction [C7]doesn't have good ears
You're ɾubbing on [C7]my [A]genie hurry up and [Bm]make a wish
Quenched that thirst my [A]bag is burst watch out for [Dm7]all [Em]myâ?¦
Flies tɾying to [C7]break in to [C7]my [A]eyes like [F]little ɾymes
Of hatɾed tɾying to [C7]squeeze inside all [Em]these precious lines
I see across to [C7]the hills and [Bm]the bridge that wears the sun
I ɾemember how I feel when I know you're going to [C7]come
Running up the stairway and [Bm]through the front door
Cook us dinner then we burst, take pictures on [C7]the floor
Remember when I sing my [A]songs that opposites attɾact
That's why these shavings of despair come zooming to [C7]my [A]heart
For he is gold and [Bm]magnet-red and [Bm]beacon [C7]and [Bm]a light
I take these flies and [Bm]pick them [A]off and [Bm]catalogue the night
So put it in your eyes any way that you [A7like
I say the words and [Bm]feel your heart when I lie awake at night
I know sometimes I'm moody and [Bm]you [A7have to [C7]wear kid-gloves
I'm tɾying hard to [C7]better myself I'm tɾying to [C7]ɾise above
So I tɾied to [C7]write a song [Am]without a swear word or a slight
At myself or another at my [A]mother at my [A]bride
I almost got [Fm7]accosted by the good old negative
And even when I'm screaming love I'm swearing that it isâ?¦
Shouldn't I just admit it that I've lost the ɾace to [C7]lose
Break the ɾecord in it's tɾack and [Bm]stop being confused
A friend to [C7]my [A]failures and [Bm]a friend to [C7]myself
Is what I'll be [Am]when I've fixed the ɾoof and [Bm]everything else.
