Bruised
My heart's
in the icehouse come hill or come valley
Like a long
ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold
winter's morning
To a church
house just to shovel some snow
I heard
sirens on the train tracks, a howl naked, gettin’ nuder
An altar
boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from
walking with his back turned
T’ward
the train that was coming so slow
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say, "What does it
matter?"
But it don't do no good
To get angry, so help me, I know
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner, as you watch yourself sit
there
Wrapped up in a trap
Of your very own chain of sorrow
I've been
brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on
the park bench kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head
shouted down to my …
heart
"You'd better look out below"
It ain't such a long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
From the
diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you
carry those bruises
To remind
you wherever you go
Verse G G G G C C C C
G
G
D D G G G G
G
G G G C C C C
G
G
D D G G G7 G7
Chorus
C C C C G G G G
D
D
D7 D7 G G G7 G7
C
C C C G G G G
D
D
D7 D7 G G G G
Prepared by
Mike Martin