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 )