Thrift Store

G D Em C G D
G D Em C G D


[Verse 1]
G                    D      Em
No use selling those lonely chairs
C                        G    D
To the void they go, and back again
G                               D       Em
Now how do I keep framing these stories then?
C
Feeling wild and wrought
G              D
By some future hand


[Chorus]
C                                 G         D
Where we swung from the cables of evening's rope
C                                  G                    D
Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold
Em                             G           C
Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow
       D     G
Of the early years?


[Verse 2]
G                         D          Em
Now, I had the fortune of growing up wild
C                      G          D
Beneath a willow tree, Midwestern sky
G                     D          Em
Kept on running those little boy thighs
C                                    G       D
Through the fields out back with the cabbage whites


[Chorus]
C                                 G         D
Where we swung from the cables of evening's rope
C                                              G        D
Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold
Em                             G           C
Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow
       D     G
Of the early years?


[Verse 3]
G                      D        Em
What’s encased in this treasure box?
C                        G        D
Some foreign coins and a mirrored watch
G                             D        Em
Now I can’t quite trace these memories lost
     C                   G       D
In a rattled time I just rattled off


[Chorus]
C                                 G         D
Could we swing from the cables of evening's rope?
C                                              G        D
Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold
Em                             G           C
Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow
       D     G
Of the early years?

[Solo]
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C G D C G D
Em G C D G

[Verse 4]
G                            D      Em
Call my ex-lovers, call them one by one
C                         G     D
Was I a good man, were we on to something?
G                                      D    Em
Did the light come willing through the open door?
       C                     G         D
Did we take our time, did we need much more?


[Chorus]
C                               G         D
Did we swing from the cables of evening's rope?
C                                              G        D
Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold
Em                           G                C
I’ve erased this history and replaced it with hope
        D        G
For the years to come