Chords for Jeffery Lewis - Moving
Tempo:
125.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [D] [G] [C]
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
It went well, you didn't have to do [C] it all by yourself.
Some friends [G] came over and helped, a hand truck, a friend with a van.
And you're moving [D] out again, remembering [C] when you first came.
It's crazy, [G] these streets are the same, they looked different when they were [D] strange.
And it always is weird to erase, every [C] personal [G] trace, from a place you called home for a
while, and see all that you [D] own in a pile.
A place that turned into a [G] friend, returned to how it had been, to become friends with
whoever moves in.
[D]
[G]
[D]
[C]
[G] [D]
And you stick around, after all the [C] boxes are down, the fridge is empty, [G] just one ice
tray, and you've swept [D] them off more today, than the entire time that you stayed.
It's a shame [C] you now gotta leave, the place is actually [G] nice when it's clean.
It wasn't [D] hard mopping the floor, why didn't you ever do that before?
But now the van is [C] there on the corner, and you've done everything [G] that you're gonna.
There's some pennies and [D] dust on that shelf, but the landlord can clean it herself.
[C] You're not sure, but you're gonna claim, the blinds were busted [G] like that when you came.
[D]
[G] Man, it's so [Em] existential in that room, it's existential with that room.
[D]
This [G] room looks the same, but there's no [Em] life left, and you start thinking about death.
[D]
[G] When you die, will it be [Em] the same?
No more thoughts decorating your brain, an empty space for the [D] world to reclaim.
[G] You're on the verge of thinking something [A]
deep, and then you hear the van give a beep.
[D] And then you take [G] one last look [C] around to make sure, then go one [G] last time out the door,
and you'll never [D] again see the angle of the street that you saw from that window.
Take the [C] key out of your pocket, close the [G] front door and you lock it, drop the key [D] back
through the slot, sure hope there's nothing you forgot.
[C] [G] [D]
[G]
[D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
It went well, you didn't have to do [C] it all by yourself.
Some friends [G] came over and helped, a hand truck, a friend with a van.
And you're moving [D] out again, remembering [C] when you first came.
It's crazy, [G] these streets are the same, they looked different when they were [D] strange.
And it always is weird to erase, every [C] personal [G] trace, from a place you called home for a
while, and see all that you [D] own in a pile.
A place that turned into a [G] friend, returned to how it had been, to become friends with
whoever moves in.
[D]
[G]
[D]
[C]
[G] [D]
And you stick around, after all the [C] boxes are down, the fridge is empty, [G] just one ice
tray, and you've swept [D] them off more today, than the entire time that you stayed.
It's a shame [C] you now gotta leave, the place is actually [G] nice when it's clean.
It wasn't [D] hard mopping the floor, why didn't you ever do that before?
But now the van is [C] there on the corner, and you've done everything [G] that you're gonna.
There's some pennies and [D] dust on that shelf, but the landlord can clean it herself.
[C] You're not sure, but you're gonna claim, the blinds were busted [G] like that when you came.
[D]
[G] Man, it's so [Em] existential in that room, it's existential with that room.
[D]
This [G] room looks the same, but there's no [Em] life left, and you start thinking about death.
[D]
[G] When you die, will it be [Em] the same?
No more thoughts decorating your brain, an empty space for the [D] world to reclaim.
[G] You're on the verge of thinking something [A]
deep, and then you hear the van give a beep.
[D] And then you take [G] one last look [C] around to make sure, then go one [G] last time out the door,
and you'll never [D] again see the angle of the street that you saw from that window.
Take the [C] key out of your pocket, close the [G] front door and you lock it, drop the key [D] back
through the slot, sure hope there's nothing you forgot.
[C] [G] [D]
[G]
[D]
Key:
G
D
C
Em
Bm
G
D
C
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_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ It went well, you didn't have to do [C] it all by yourself.
Some friends [G] came over and helped, a hand truck, a friend with a van.
And you're moving [D] out again, remembering [C] when you first came.
It's crazy, [G] these streets are the same, they looked different when they were [D] strange.
And it always is weird to erase, every [C] personal [G] trace, from a place you called home for a
while, and see all that you [D] own in a pile.
A place that turned into a [G] friend, returned to how it had been, to become friends with
whoever moves in.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ And you stick around, after all the [C] boxes are down, the fridge is empty, [G] just one ice
tray, and you've swept [D] them off more today, than the entire time that you stayed.
It's a shame [C] you now gotta leave, the place is actually [G] nice when it's clean.
It wasn't [D] hard mopping the floor, why didn't you ever do that before?
But now the van is [C] there on the corner, and you've done everything [G] that you're gonna.
There's some pennies and [D] dust on that shelf, but the landlord can clean it herself.
[C] You're not sure, but you're gonna claim, the blinds were busted [G] like that when you came.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ Man, it's so [Em] existential in that room, it's existential with that room.
_ _ [D] _
_ This [G] room looks the same, but there's no [Em] life left, and you start thinking about death.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ When you die, will it be [Em] the same?
No more thoughts decorating your brain, an empty space for the [D] world to reclaim.
_ [G] You're on the verge of thinking something [A]
deep, and then you hear the van give a beep.
_ [D] And then you take [G] one last look [C] around to make sure, then go one [G] last time out the door,
and you'll never [D] again see the angle of the street that you saw from that window.
Take the [C] key out of your pocket, close the [G] front door and you lock it, drop the key [D] back
through the slot, sure hope there's nothing you forgot.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ It went well, you didn't have to do [C] it all by yourself.
Some friends [G] came over and helped, a hand truck, a friend with a van.
And you're moving [D] out again, remembering [C] when you first came.
It's crazy, [G] these streets are the same, they looked different when they were [D] strange.
And it always is weird to erase, every [C] personal [G] trace, from a place you called home for a
while, and see all that you [D] own in a pile.
A place that turned into a [G] friend, returned to how it had been, to become friends with
whoever moves in.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ And you stick around, after all the [C] boxes are down, the fridge is empty, [G] just one ice
tray, and you've swept [D] them off more today, than the entire time that you stayed.
It's a shame [C] you now gotta leave, the place is actually [G] nice when it's clean.
It wasn't [D] hard mopping the floor, why didn't you ever do that before?
But now the van is [C] there on the corner, and you've done everything [G] that you're gonna.
There's some pennies and [D] dust on that shelf, but the landlord can clean it herself.
[C] You're not sure, but you're gonna claim, the blinds were busted [G] like that when you came.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ Man, it's so [Em] existential in that room, it's existential with that room.
_ _ [D] _
_ This [G] room looks the same, but there's no [Em] life left, and you start thinking about death.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ When you die, will it be [Em] the same?
No more thoughts decorating your brain, an empty space for the [D] world to reclaim.
_ [G] You're on the verge of thinking something [A]
deep, and then you hear the van give a beep.
_ [D] And then you take [G] one last look [C] around to make sure, then go one [G] last time out the door,
and you'll never [D] again see the angle of the street that you saw from that window.
Take the [C] key out of your pocket, close the [G] front door and you lock it, drop the key [D] back
through the slot, sure hope there's nothing you forgot.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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