Robert Frost Lyrics

I'm not Robert Frost
if I wrote a poem about the weather
it would start in my car
digging out for an hour
and this town is all just dirt and earth
and a little lie and a bigger hurt
no, I shouldn't have left my house in the first place
I guess, but I always
go back to where I'm meant to be
I go back to where I'm meant to be
so on a polar high that I
found one night it was cold outside
where your frozen hands are so
much like mine,but they don't compromise
Lead Fill 1 (over "now I'm looking..."):
now I'm looking at the ground because I don't want you to leave
I know it's co-dependent but I think it's kind of sweet
out of every person in this city I could ever meet
leaving feels like losing but I'm learning what I need
I go back to where I'm meant to be
I go back to where I'm meant to be
in the morning
in the morning
I want to know when it stopped
the eye of the storm
everything is not what it was
I want to know when it stopped
the eye of the storm
everything is not what it was and I'm not Robert Frost
Lead Fill 2 (Play Twice, Instrumental Where Bass Plays the "G D B C" Progression):
G |---------------/12--11----9--11b12--9--11b12----|
D |----9p7--5--------------------------------------|
I wish that I'd replied
I wish he hadn't died I wish a lot of things
the day you lost your dog
and I lost my car it was a Saturday
Lead Fill 1 (over "but the frozen..."):
but the frozen air and the frozen ice
and the biggest hurts and the boldest lies
are gonna disappear like the melting point
like my melting rules like my melting life
I go back to where I'm meant to be
I go back to where I'm meant to be
in the morning
in the morning
I want to know when it stopped
the eye of the storm
everything is not what it was
I want to know when it stopped
the eye of the storm
everything is not what it was and I'm not Robert Frost
Fill (Play Twice, Instrumental Where Bass Plays the "G D B C" Progression):
G |---------------/12--11----9--11b12--9--11b12---|
D |----9p7--5-------------------------------------|
I'm not Robert Frost, if I wrote a poem about decision it would
start and it would end in the same place