Mirth

C G Am Dm G


[Verse 1]
C           G      Am
Twistin' around on blue leather booth
Dm                          G
My ears still popping from travel and use
C                 G               Am
I picked at my oatmeal and plumped up my lips
Dm                    G              F
He gives his hand a suggestion, wish
F                  C
It's not you, it's New York I miss


[Verse 2]
C            G        Am
I've got a problem I think he could fix
Dm                      G
He seems to undo all my usual tricks
        C                        Am
But the marks on his belly, the lines I trace
Dm                   G
Shadow softness and romantic grace
F                       C
It's not you, it's New York I face


[Verse 3]
Am            G C
I dreamt of him on a JetBlue flight
Dm                 G
Nursing me into a feverish night
Am        G   C
Lay on my back, whisperin' his name
Dm                     G
Letting him unravel a decade of blame
F                       C
It's not you, it's New York I claim


[Verse 4]
C                          G       Am
Well, in a thunder breath, I coughed up my heart
Dm                     G
My life in my hands, a good place to start
G         G              Am
Little creature born of joy and mirth
Dm                         G
Loving without the help of anything
C        E               Am
Little creature born of joy and mirth
Dm                         G
Loving without the help of anything
   C     Am
On earth
F                       C
It's not you, it's New York that works