Fog And Farewell Guitar Chords by Weston Bookhouse

[Intro]
(Dmaj/(Amaj))

[Verse 1]
(Dmaj/(Amaj))
Bustle and confusion
                                    (Gmaj)
It is these scenes that I have been longing for
                                  (Dmaj/(Amaj))
But institutions I’m on autopilot for

Promising allowances for cubicle adornments
                    (Gmaj)
Wanna dispose of my day dreams
                  (Amaj)
That are with the meadow on the grade
  (Gmaj)                                (Dmaj/(Amaj))
I hope it stays just the same as I recall

[Verse 2]
(Dmaj/(Amaj))
These are the tell-tale signs
                                               (Gmaj)
Of being torn by living life, by living in the times
                                                          (Dmaj/(Amaj))
The bottled up anxieties from redefining these words like survive

And longing for enlightenment in spite of it, in light of it I’ll tell you
                             (Gmaj)
I’m not as calm as meets the eye
       (Amaj)                            (Gmaj)                         (Dmaj/(Amaj))
Seeing everything as defined by the limitations of what is in sight

[Verse 3]
(Gmaj)                                     (Dmaj/(Amaj))
Despite the snide prose I’m not condescending not lazy
               (Amaj)
My dreams just are not in congruence with
(Bmin)
How you would have me dream and I’ll
(Gmaj)                           (Dmaj/(Amaj))                            (Amaj)
Rest assured knowing I will find myself at peace if not at bay

[Chorus]
          (Dmaj/(Amaj))             (Amaj)                      (Gmaj)            (Dmaj)
So when I sit up straight piercing holes through my tongue to agree
     (Bmin)              (Amaj)           (Gmaj)           (Dmaj)
It’s proneness to be kind due to my conditioning
(Bmin)                    (Amaj)                 (Gmaj)           (Dmaj)
Rampant thoughts that fill my mind have led me to believe
    (Amaj)
I’m not cut out for this town, my feet seem to have lost their ground

[Outro]
             (Dmaj/(Amaj))     (Amaj)           (Gmaj)                  (Dmaj/(Amaj))
Cause it’s a cold promenade, in stagnant shoes that aren’t a fit
         (Bmin)       (Amaj)               (Gmaj)             (Dmaj/(Amaj))
And I’ve tried so hard to keep my restless feet inside
             (Dmaj)              C#7              (Bmin)
It's why I’m leaving in the morning when the fog cooks off the bay
(Gmaj)         (Amaj)        (Dmaj/(Amaj))
        I awake.