Weston Bookhouse - Fog And Farewell

      [Intro]
C/G

[Verse 1]
C/G
Bustle and confusion
                                    F
It is these scenes that I have been longing for
                                  C/G
But institutions I’m on autopilot for

Promising allowances for cubicle adornments
                    F
Wanna dispose of my day dreams
                  G
That are with the meadow on the grade
  F                                C/G
I hope it stays just the same as I recall

[Verse 2]
C/G
These are the tell-tale signs
                                               F
Of being torn by living life, by living in the times
                                                          C/G
The bottled up anxieties from redefining these words like survive

And longing for enlightenment in spite of it, in light of it I’ll tell you
                             F
I’m not as calm as meets the eye
       G                            F                         C/G
Seeing everything as defined by the limitations of what is in sight

[Verse 3]
F                                     C/G
Despite the snide prose I’m not condescending not lazy
               G
My dreams just are not in congruence with
Am
How you would have me dream and I’ll
F                           C/G                            G
Rest assured knowing I will find myself at peace if not at bay

[Chorus]
          C/G             G                      F            C
So when I sit up straight piercing holes through my tongue to agree
     Am              G           F           C
It’s proneness to be kind due to my conditioning
Am                    G                 F           C
Rampant thoughts that fill my mind have led me to believe
    G
I’m not cut out for this town, my feet seem to have lost their ground

[Outro]
             C/G     G           F                  C/G
Cause it’s a cold promenade, in stagnant shoes that aren’t a fit
         Am       G               F             C/G
And I’ve tried so hard to keep my restless feet inside
             C              B7               Am
It's why I’m leaving in the morning when the fog cooks off the bay
F         G        C/G
        I awake.