Like Pioneers Gift From A Holiday chords

Gift From A Holiday by Like Pioneers


G C x4

G
Try for the one thing you know too well. 
                      Em
Found a gift from a holiday, 
                    C         G
it was covered in ashes and frayed.
                        C          G
Pull on my shoes walk around your town, 
                       C        Em
saw your boy and he's all grown up.
                                   C
Wiped the smile clear off when I stayed.

Am 
Familiar with the thought every night, 
C
you made it here through weeks underneath–
      G                               D                               C
The wooden bench I left you on was crumbling, and you blamed me for it.
Am
It never crossed my mind what you need.
C                                               G
You fit it in your pocket and prayed when you picked me up, 
                          D
and dragged me home, I’d let you off, and leave you alone. 

C
Somebody has to take care of things!

It gets worse, it gets worse, it gets worse with the changes.

G C x2

G                         C      G
I put on my necktie and drive around, 
                              C      Em
we're gonna freeze when the engine’s off. 
                       C             G
(Made it just as the crowd shuffles out.) 
                        C          G
I shake your old man’s hand on my way, 
                            C      Em
gave me a photo from his dresser drawer 
                                  C
with a message that we're on the make.

Am 
Familiar with the thought every night, 
C
you made it here through weeks underneath–
      G                               D                               C
The wooden bench I left you on was crumbling, and you blamed me for it.
Am
It never crossed my mind what you need.
C                                               G
You fit it in your pocket and prayed when you picked me up, 
                          D
and dragged me home, I’d let you off, and leave you alone. 

C
Somebody has to take care of things!

It gets worse, it gets worse, it gets worse with the changes.

G
I’ll be on the opposite, leave me when you’re feeling low, 
Em
for a week without remark, feels like it’s a blatant joke.
     C
The part of me you can’t recall makes me feel a different way: 
G
I’ll be waking up the hall screaming out a different name.
Em
Tables in the dining hall centered with a marking place, 
C
passed through one of my old crowds waiting for a chance to leave. 
     G
The place began to empty out, a trail was made for you to follow me.

Em
Bm   G 
Bm   C
G    Em
C    G
Em   
C
G
G C G C G