Left my coat at home
But the air is sharp, sharper than I thought it would be
Bushes covered in cobwebs made of Poly-fil
A strange sight in the month of March, indeed
Little purple flowers grow like weeds
Muffled voices exchange pleasantɾies
I think the cold is starting to [C7]get to [C7]me
An engine sputters with each turn of the key
There's no escape for [Dm7]you, just like [F]there's none for [Dm7]me
Building my [A]pillow fort, yeah
One day I'll come for [Dm7]yours, yeah
And your Charmin Ultɾa Soft
Pretend this isn't happening, yeah
We'll get back to [C7]that bullshit world we all [Em]believe in
Kumbaya, my [A]Lord
Hmm-mmm
Kumbaya, my [A]Lord
Hah-ahh
Kumbaya, my [A]Lord
Hoh-ohh
Kumbaya