Capo 4 

Em 
I came to you and you to me 
                                                                       D 
And we were tapping on the window at the children when the piggy bank broke 
C                       Em    
  Pitching quite a fit 
                D                           C                           Em 
About how the makers of the medicine will always say you’re looking sick 

Em 
I came to you and you to me 
                                                                          D 
And we would whimper to the women washing milk off of their formal white clothes 
C                     Em 
  But the funny thing 
              D                             C                              Em 
Was how when God was in his people we were dreaming about who else to be 
              D                                 C                          Em        
And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring 

Em 
I came to you and you to me  
                                                                   D 
And we were barking at the drug dogs, blood dried black on their hands 
C                    Em 
  And never realized 
            D                             C                               Em 
You never tussle with a giant til you can hit him right between the eyes 
            D                                 C                           Em 
And that no matter how we chewed it, we’d be choking on a compromise 
              D                       C                           Em 
Cause all the jaws, all the claws lay restless by the riverside 
              D                             C                          Em 
And it wasn’t muscle in the shadow that was shoving us into the light 

Em   
I came to you and you to me 
                                                                    D 
And we were snatching at a war baby’s bottle just to trade it for change 
C                            Em 
  But now it’s come to pass 
           D                                C                                 Em 
That every eye beneath the mountain saw the smoke but no one heard the blast 
            D                                C                                Em 
That no one knew the arm was broken although everybody signed the cast 
              D                               C                               Em 
And until the government was good, she said “Man, I thought you’d never ask” 
          D                                    C                              Em 
And when love wore out her welcome, they just booked her for a bag of grass 
            D                                  C                              Em 
That while she cried on the cross, we were sucking on the laughing gas 
             D                              C                           Em 
And when the head had left the body, not a flag was hanging half-mast 

Em                           
I came to you and you to me 
                                                             D 
And then we lost our own lovers’ revolution but it started again 
C                    Em 
  And now we’re one 
            D                           C                          Em 
One of the parade wake widows walking home into the setting sun 
            D                     C                                Em 
One of the soldiers lost in the dreams that never lose the gun 
            D                       C                       Em 
One of the wise men wandering the podium without a tongue 
            D                        C                            Em 
One of the trophies tarnished by the mess we made of being young 
            D                              C                          Em 
One of the prayers, one of the promises swallowed with our chewing gum 
            D                          C                             Em 
One of the deaf ears, dumber all the time for all the years of drums 
             D                   C                      Em 
One of the wide-eyed soap boxes buried under Washington 
           D                        C                     Em 
One of the beat cops combing every sidewalk crack for love 
            D                 C                            Em 
One of the crowded stars uncounted when the map was done 
            D                               C                           Em 
One of the withered in the garden left to wonder when the rain will come