Am
I'm a breather, mail receiver
Em
And I don't know where I stand
Dm
Not since someone informed me
Em
That my house was built on sand
Em
And it's not the earth beneath me
D Em
It's just the concept of the land
Am
And I'm standing on the corner
Em
When the buildings they all fell
Dm
If you blink once you're a goner
Em
Everything just goes pell-mell
D
It's a real hard sell
Em
My conceptual hell
Bm
Not even good for kindling, no
Em
When the buildings they all fell
D G D G
I'm a breather, mail receiver
Em C Em
Bottom feeder just getting by
C G
And you know it's all just par for the course
C G
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Em C
Oh yeah, of course
G C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
Am
In a cartoon desert landscape
Em
With a pair of ACME jetskates
Am
Focused on my destination
Em
I seem to have forgot my station
Am
Now it's time to face the nation
C G D Em
Am
And I'm riding to meet you
Em
On a brown gray speckled mare
D
But there's something that unnerves me
Em
Like I'm riding on thin air
D
These futile doubts desert me
Em
Thinking no one really cares
Am
And I'm jumping over fences
Em
On this obstacle course
D
But it seems I'm getting nowhere
Em
On the concept of the horse
D
It's a real hard sell
Em
My conceptual hell
Bm
Not even good for kindling
Em
When the buildings they all fell
D G D G
I'm a breather, bottom feeder
Em C Em
How many liters must I imbibe
C G
And you know it's all just par for the course
C G
But you blame it on some non-existent force
Em C
Oh yeah, of course
G C
You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
But still I try
