No Birds Today
Michael Timmins
[Dm~] [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [Dm*]
[Dm] No birds today. [Dm~]
[C] Just this square [Dm] patch of gray.
Molting sky [C] moving in on its [Dm] morning prey. [Dm*]
[Dm] No words today. [Dm~]
[C] No one knocking [Dm] at the gate.
I lost my name [C] long be [Dm] fore I lost my [Dm*] way.
[C] I wonder what he [Dm] thinks out there.
[C] Pastures turn from [Dm] black to green and back again.
[C] The sun it carves a [Dm] well worn path
[C] from here to there and the [Dm*] next day back. [Dm*] [Dm~] [C] [Dm]
No birds today. [Dm~]
[C] Just this dull [Dm] sky of gray.
Winter’s quickly [C] moving in on its [Dm] skulking prey. [Dm*] [Dm]
No dust today. [Dm~]
[C] No clouds rising from [Dm] my driveway.
No hope [C] drifting [Dm] slowly my way. [Dm*]
[C] I wonder what he [Dm] thinks in there.
[C] Pastures turn from [Dm] black to green and back again.
[C] The sun it carves a [Dm] well worn path
[C] from here to there and the [Dm*] next day back. [Dm~] [C] [Dm]
Cold bars of steel. [Dm~]
[C] I’m beginning to [Dm] dig the feel
of all that does not [C] disappear into [Dm]… ethereal. [Dm*] [Dm]
Cold words of hate. [Dm~]
[C] Now I’m seeing [Dm] how things break.
Much too late [C] now to cure [Dm] my mistakes. [Dm*]
[C] I wonder what he [Dm] thinks in there.
[C] Pastures turn from [Dm] black to green and back again.
[C] My son he carves a [Dm] well worn path
[C] from here to there and the [Dm*] next day back. [Dm~] [C] [Dm]
No birds today. [Dm~] [C] Just this barren [Dm] stretch of gray.
[C] Just this barren [Dm] stretch of gray.
Tabbed by Brian Davies – During the last chord of every figure, marked [Dm*], the picking pattern includes notes from Dsus2, accomplish this by lifting your index finger off the E string.
bbkim’s note: There is a bass run, marked [Dm~] that, if you choose to play it, goes like this:
e——————–
B——————–
D–0h2—————
G——-3–2–0——
A—————-3—
E——————–