“Mile,” Meadow, Richard Buckner
* capo at 2nd fret
[C] Where the way has [G] clearly won
[D] understand [C] whether night
[C] made us go [G] or let us come
[D] roughly gone [C] a final mile
[Am] not to say [C] just another
[G] calling back, [Am]
[Am] but (nothing sees us [C] as we drive out
[G] where we shouldn’t’ve.) [D]
tinder torn, spread again,
can’t compare or tell you who
(being here leaves it in:
what over-there wouldn’t do,
sure and set-up, almost kneeling
in lost design,
always thought-of …) turns up holding
and looks behind
and sticks around: disappears.
Enough is taken and kept alive ---
just a let: a place to go
to put it off in rendered time
What’s a followed sight to rumble,
left unwound
if it stays back?: I’ll be broken
and passed around.
