E      B        E       A 
"howdy, lem," my grandpa said with his eyes closed 
E          B                       E         A
wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
A
a life before doubt. 

Chorus:
G           A                 G                A
i smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending 
G         A               D          F#   G            A
under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor

Verse 2:
E      B       E         A      
down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way 
E      B                          E          A         
to the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows 
A
beside a stream. 

Chorus:
G         A                    G               A 
under the rocks are snails and we can fill our pockets 
G               A              D        F#        G           A
and let them go one by one all day in a brand new place  

Interlude
E B E A X8 (same pattern as vese just it is played 8 times, not four)

Chorus:
G           A        G            A
You were no ordinary drain on her defenses 
G              A        D        F#       G
and she was no ordinary girl Oh, Inverted World