Chords for Peter Mulvey "Trouble With Poets"

The trouble with poets is [C] they talk too much.
_ Poets [F] tell us how it hurts [Bb] them.
[F] It hurts them just a [E] little more.
[C] We cannot tell.
Maybe they make that shit up.
We've never [G] stood in those shoes, [Eb] in those skins,
[C] in those heads, [Gm] on those [F] shores.
_ [Bb] _ Those were metaphors.
_ [C] Trouble with you, you drive me nuts.
[G] I cannot tell [Bb] what's behind your smile.
Oh, it gives us something just to lift [G] us up.
Just for tonight, for a time, [Bb] for the sake [F] of us all,
[Gm] for a while.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] I know [Gm] it's only [Bb] trouble.
_ _ [G] I know trouble [Ebm] makes us real.
[Bb] But [F] I wish, [Gm] I wish [G] peace of mind was [Gm] something I could steal.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ [C] Trouble with shoes is they come untied.
[Bb] _ [G] So you might [C] take a fall down the stairs.
[D] Sylvia Blath might [C] come along and she might look down
and she might say, well, that's just like life.
[Bb] I like the trouble [D] with poets is they'll see [F] poetry everywhere.
I [A] know [G]
it's only [Bb] trouble.
_ I [G] know because I am at the bottom of the [Bb] stairs,
looking up and begging [Gm] you, Sylvia, please, please,
[C] _ a few small [Bb] repairs.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Trouble with time is that time don't go back.
Maybe that trouble's just with you [C] and me.
[G] I am so [C] scared [Eb] of the long [G] fade to black that I will push,
I will pull, [Bb] I will do [C] any little thing to be [Bb] free. _ _ _ _
_ Oh, Lord, [D] oh, Lord, I'm pushing, I [Bb] struggle, I know.
[G] _ I know [Gm] it's all just a deal.
[Bb] _ _ And I know [Gm] it's only trouble.
[Bb] I know [C] _ trouble [Bb] makes us feel like that.
Oh, _ sometimes, [Gm] sometimes, [Bb] nobody knows, nobody knows.
Not even the poets know.
Trouble with shoes.
[F] _
_ [Gb] _ _ [C] Trouble with poets is they come, they come, they come, they come to my [Bb] shoes. _ _ _ _
[C] They come to [F] my shoes.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _