Tom: C
C
You want to go out Friday, and you want to go forever,
you know that it sounds childish, that you've dreamt of alligators.
F
I'm lost in the confusion and it doesn't seem to matter,
C
you really can't believe it, and you hope it's getting better.
C
You want to trust the doctors, their procedure is the best,
but the last try was a failure, and the intern was a mess.
F
You lock into a pattern, and you know that it's the last ditch.
C
You're trying to see through it, and it doesn't make sense.
F
But they're saying: Don't be frightened! and they're killing alligators,
C
and they're hog-tied and accepting of the struggle.
C
You want to trust religion, and you know it's allegory, but
the people who are followers have written their own story.
F
So you look up to the heavens and you hope that it's a spaceship,
C
and it's something from your childhood,
you're thinking don't be frightened.
Em
You want to climb the ladder, you want to see forever,
C
you want to go out Friday, and you want to go forever.
F
And you want to cross your dna,
C
to cross your dna with something reptile.
F
And you're questioning the sciences and questioning religion,
C
you're looking like an idiot, and you no longer care.
F
And you want to bridge the schism,
C
a built-in mechanism to protect you.
F
And you're looking for salvation, and you're looking for deliverance,
C
you're looking like an idiot, and you no longer care.
Cause you want to climb the ladder, you want to go forever,