Bm Synapse to synapse, the possibility's thin I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings On your wedding, your wedding, your wedding day The figures in plastic on Bm G Em the wedding cake that I took Bm G Em Were so real And I kept a distance, the complications cloud The postcards and blips through fiber optics As the girls with the pigtails were running from Little boys wearing bowties, their parents bought and "I'll catch You this time" F# Em Crashing through the parlor doors Bm G Em What was your first reaction? F# G Screaming, drunk, disorderly Bm I'll tell you mine Chorus: F# G Em You were the one but Bm F# G Em Bm I can't spit it out when the date's been set F# G Em Bm F# G The white routine to be ingested inaccurately Synapse to synapse, the sneaky kids had attached Beer cans to the bumper so they could drive Up and down the main drag People would turn to see who's making the racket, it's not The first time And when they lay down, the fish will swim upstream And I'll contest, but they won't listen When the casualty rate's near 100 percent And there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine Chorus: You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set The white routine to be ingested inaccurately You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set The white routine to be ingested inaccurately | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsEm F# G Bm |