Robert Frost Ukulele chords by Mal Blum

Verse:
G          D
   I'm not Robert Frost
     B                      C
if I wrote a poem about the weather
         G           D
it would start in my car
        B          C
digging out for an hour
         G                D
and this town is all just dirt and earth
      B                C
and a little lie and a bigger hurt
      G                      D
no, I shouldn't have left my house in the first place
  B            C
I guess, but I always
   G       D         B        C
go back to where I'm meant to be
     G       D         B        C
I go back to where I'm meant to be

G           D
    so on a polar high that I
B                      C
found one night it was cold outside
G              D
    where your frozen hands are so
B                             C
much like mine, but they don't compromise


        G                               D
now I'm looking at the ground because I don't want you to leave
B                              C
I know it's co-dependent but I think it's kind of sweet
       G                         D
out of every person in this city I could ever meet

B                                 C
leaving feels like losing but I'm learning what I need



     G       D         B        C
I go back to where I'm meant to be
     G       D         B        C
I go back to where I'm meant to be
       Em       D       C        G
in the morning
       Em       D       B        B
in the morning


C             D            Em
    I want to know when it stopped
    B
the eye of the storm
G             D           B      B
everything is not what it was



C             D            Em
    I want to know when it stopped
    B
the eye of the storm
G             D           B       C
everything is not what it was and I'm not Robert Frost


G               D
    I wish that I'd replied
          B                    C
I wish he hadn't died I wish a lot of things
G               D
    the day you lost your dog
      B                    C
and I lost my car it was a Saturday

        G                  D
but the frozen air and the frozen ice
        B                     C
and the biggest hurts and the boldest lies
          G                  D
are gonna disappear like the melting point
        B                     C
like my melting rules like my melting life


     G       D         B        C
I go back to where I'm meant to be
     G       D         B        C
I go back to where I'm meant to be
       Em       D       C        G
in the morning
       Em       D       B        B
in the morning


C             D            Em
    I want to know when it stopped
    B
the eye of the storm
G             D           B      B
everything is not what it was


C             D            Em
    I want to know when it stopped
    B
the eye of the storm
G             D           B       C
everything is not what it was and I'm not Robert Frost


G           D                  B                    C
    I'm not Robert Frost, if I wrote a poem about decision it would
G                  D
start and it would end in the same place