Weakerthans - A New Name for Everything
Tabbed by Dan Winchester
Intro: G Em D C
When the [G]bus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers sur[Em]prise
with dis[D]torted reflections, it's never the someone you're [C]hoping to recognize.
When the [G]rent is too high living here between reasons to [Em]live,
and you [D]can't sleep alone, and your memories groan, and the [C]borders of night start to give.
[C]When [D]you [G]can't [C]save
[C]cash or conviction; you're [D]broke and you're breaking-a
[G]tired shoelace or a [C]wave.
So [C]long past, past-due. A [D]new name for everything.[G]
[G] [D] [C] [C]
When the [G]one-ways collude with the map that you folded wr[Em]ong,
and the [D]route you abandoned is always the path that you [C]probably should be upon.
When the [G]bottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all [Em]full
with re[D]sults of your breath, and the threads of your fear are un[C]furled with the tiniest pull.
[C]One [D]more [G]time, [C]try.
[C]Stand with your hands in your [D]pockets and stare at the
[G]smudge on a newspaper [C]sky,
and [C]ask it to rain a [D]new name for everything.[G]
[G] [D] [C] [C]
[Em]Fire [D]every [C]phrase. They don't [D]want to work for us [C]anymore.
[Em]Dot and [D]Dash our [C]days. Make your [D]face the flag of a se[C]maphore.
[G] [Em] [D] [C]
[G] [Em] [D] [C]
[C]All [D]you [G]won't [C]show.
The [C]boxes you brought here and [D]never unpacked are still
[G]patiently waiting to [C]go.
So [C]put on those clothes you [D]never grew into, and
[G]smile like you mean it for [C]once.
If [C]you come back, bring a [D]new name for every[G]thing.
G D C C x4
End on G
Tabbed by Dan Winchester
Intro: G Em D C
When the [G]bus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers sur[Em]prise
with dis[D]torted reflections, it's never the someone you're [C]hoping to recognize.
When the [G]rent is too high living here between reasons to [Em]live,
and you [D]can't sleep alone, and your memories groan, and the [C]borders of night start to give.
[C]When [D]you [G]can't [C]save
[C]cash or conviction; you're [D]broke and you're breaking-a
[G]tired shoelace or a [C]wave.
So [C]long past, past-due. A [D]new name for everything.[G]
[G] [D] [C] [C]
When the [G]one-ways collude with the map that you folded wr[Em]ong,
and the [D]route you abandoned is always the path that you [C]probably should be upon.
When the [G]bottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all [Em]full
with re[D]sults of your breath, and the threads of your fear are un[C]furled with the tiniest pull.
[C]One [D]more [G]time, [C]try.
[C]Stand with your hands in your [D]pockets and stare at the
[G]smudge on a newspaper [C]sky,
and [C]ask it to rain a [D]new name for everything.[G]
[G] [D] [C] [C]
[Em]Fire [D]every [C]phrase. They don't [D]want to work for us [C]anymore.
[Em]Dot and [D]Dash our [C]days. Make your [D]face the flag of a se[C]maphore.
[G] [Em] [D] [C]
[G] [Em] [D] [C]
[C]All [D]you [G]won't [C]show.
The [C]boxes you brought here and [D]never unpacked are still
[G]patiently waiting to [C]go.
So [C]put on those clothes you [D]never grew into, and
[G]smile like you mean it for [C]once.
If [C]you come back, bring a [D]new name for every[G]thing.
G D C C x4
End on G
