Just Get Here chords by Sarah Harmer

Verse 1:
G                    C
If I was a crow I'd fly the roads that wind between these places
G                      C
Over back lanes and weathervanes where creeks have left their traces
D           C          D       C
Fruit trees planted long ago still bloom every other season
D              C          D
The fence won't keep the rabbits out, the gate's always open for some damn reason

G C G C

G                     C
Follow and trace the coastline to the place that's worn and storied
G                         C
At the end of their chain the great lakes drain into the old St. Laurence
D         C       D         C
Oh we've held a party or two, slept a million dreamers
D           C          D                 G
Who owed to find the coffee on, though the smoke is gone, the poetry lingers


Chorus:
     D      C       D        G
If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
       D      C      D        Em
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no one
       D       C        D      C
Whatever you do, if you have to, oh use your thumb, just get here, just come


Verse 2:
G                         C
If you come out at night you'll see the light of where to make the turnoff
G                    C
But do call ahead, we might be in bed writing with our clothes off
D         C     D       C
Writing on the wallpaper, writing on the wall
D         C       D             G
The poets die, a lullaby still whispers faintly in the room


Chorus:
     D      C       D        G
If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
       D      C      D        Em
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no one
       D       G        D      C
Whatever you do, if you have to, oh use your thumb, just get here, just come


Bridge:
Am          D             Am
If you're too tucked away, and you can't see the sun
            D             Am
If you've something to say, but you ain't got no one
              D                 C
If your hands are getting cold, you don't know what you've become


Verse 3:
G                    C
If I was a crow I'd fly the roads that wind between these places
G                      C
Where poems were read and hungers fed and heatrs were warm and gracious
D           C          D       C
Did we keep a geust book somwhere or are the records fading?
D              C          D               G
We'll make a vow to start one now, there is still time, but it's not waiting