Tom: E Verse 1: 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