Andrew Bird – Case In Point (Guitar)

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Am      
I'm a breather, mail receiver

                           Em
And I don't know where I stand

                        Dm
Not since someone informed me

                            Em
That my house was built on sand

Em
And it's not the earth beneath me

                D               Em
It's just the concept of the land

Am
And I'm standing on the corner

                             Em
When the buildings they all fell

                            Dm
If you blink once you're a goner

                           Em
Everything just goes pell-mell

                  D
It's a real hard sell

                Em
My conceptual hell

                    Bm
Not even good for kindling, no

                            Em
When the buildings they all fell

       D   G          D    G
I'm a breather, mail receiver

Em       C                Em
Bottom feeder just getting by

        C                               G
And you know it's all just par for the course

        C                              G
But you blame it on some non-existent force

    Em        C
Oh yeah, of course

                G                            C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
Am
In a cartoon desert landscape

Em
With a pair of ACME jetskates

Am
Focused on my destination

Em
I seem to have forgot my station

Am
Now it's time to face the nation
C G D Em
Am
And I'm riding to meet you

                         Em
On a brown gray speckled mare

                                D
But there's something that unnerves me

                        Em
Like I'm riding on thin air

                        D
These futile doubts desert me

                        Em
Thinking no one really cares

Am              
And I'm jumping over fences

                   Em
On this obstacle course

                            D
But it seems I'm getting nowhere

                        Em
On the concept of the horse

                D
It's a real hard sell

                Em
My conceptual hell

                    Bm
Not even good for kindling

                             Em
When the buildings they all fell

        D    G        D    G
I'm a breather, bottom feeder

         Em   C          Em
How many liters must I imbibe

        C                                 G
And you know it's all just par for the course

        C                               G
But you blame it on some non-existent force

        Em      C
Oh yeah, of course

                G                            C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try