Em
I came to you and you to me
                                                                       D
And we were tapping on the window at the children when the piggy bank broke
C                       Em   
  Pitching quite a fit
                D                           C                           Em
About how the makers of the medicine will always say you’re looking sick

Em
I came to you and you to me
                                                                          D
And we would whimper to the women washing milk off of their formal white clothes
C                     Em
  But the funny thing
              D                             C                              Em
Was how when God was in his people we were dreaming about who else to be
              D                                 C                          Em       
And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring

Em
I came to you and you to me 
                                                                   D
And we were barking at the drug dogs, blood dried black on their hands
C                    Em
  And never realized
            D                             C                               Em
You never tussle with a giant til you can hit him right between the eyes
            D                                 C                           Em
And that no matter how we chewed it, we’d be choking on a compromise
              D                       C                           Em
Cause all the jaws, all the claws lay restless by the riverside
              D                             C                          Em
And it wasn’t muscle in the shadow that was shoving us into the light

Em  
I came to you and you to me
                                                                    D
And we were snatching at a war baby’s bottle just to trade it for change
C                            Em
  But now it’s come to pass
           D                                C                                 Em
That every eye beneath the mountain saw the smoke but no one heard the blast
            D                                C                                Em
That no one knew the arm was broken although everybody signed the cast
              D                               C                               Em
And until the government was good, she said “Man, I thought you’d never ask”
          D                                    C                              Em
And when love wore out her welcome, they just booked her for a bag of grass
            D                                  C                              Em
That while she cried on the cross, we were sucking on the laughing gas
             D                              C                           Em
And when the head had left the body, not a flag was hanging half-mast

Em                          
I came to you and you to me
                                                             D
And then we lost our own lovers’ revolution but it started again
C                    Em
  And now we’re one
            D                           C                          Em
One of the parade wake widows walking home into the setting sun
            D                     C                                Em
One of the soldiers lost in the dreams that never lose the gun
            D                       C                       Em
One of the wise men wandering the podium without a tongue
            D                        C                            Em
One of the trophies tarnished by the mess we made of being young
            D                              C                          Em
One of the prayers, one of the promises swallowed with our chewing gum
            D                          C                             Em
One of the deaf ears, dumber all the time for all the years of drums
             D                   C                      Em
One of the wide-eyed soap boxes buried under Washington
           D                        C                     Em
One of the beat cops combing every sidewalk crack for love
            D                 C                            Em
One of the crowded stars uncounted when the map was done
            D                               C                           Em
One of the withered in the garden left to wonder when the rain will come