Even Flow

(D7)Freezing, rests his head on a pillow made of (C)concrete

(D)again. (C)(D)Oh, (D7)feeling maybe he'll see a little better set of days,

(D)yeah. Oh, (D7)hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar.

(D)Ooh, yeah.

(D)Oh, (D7)dark grin he can't help,

when he's happy he looks insane.

(D)Even (Bb)flow, thoughts arrive like (D)(C)butterflies,

oh, (D)he don't (Bb)know,

so he chases them away.

(C)Oh, (D)someday (Bb)yet,

he'll begin his (D)life (C)again,

(D)life (C)again, (D)life (C)again.

(D7)Kneeling, looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read,

(D)ooh, yeah.

(D)Oh, (D7)praying, now to something that has never showed him anything.

(D)Oh, (D7)feeling, understands the weather of the winter's on it's way.

(D)Oh, (D7)ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame.

(D)Hey.

(D)Ooh, whisp'ring (Bb)hands

gently lead him away,

(D)him (C)away, (D)him (C)away.

(C)Yeah.

(D)Even (Bb)flow, thoughts arrive like (D)(C)butterflies,

oh, (D)he don't (Bb)know,

so he chases them away.

(C)Oh, (D)someday (Bb)yet,

he'll begin his (D)life (C)again.

Oh, (D)whisp'ring (Bb)hands

gently lead him away,

(D)him (C)away, (D)him (C)away.

(C)Yeah.