Em               D
Sugarfoot's got two hands
         B7            Em
Just as long as he can see
Em               D
One hand in the birdfeed
       C                  G   walk  Em
And a hand in the apple tree
Em                         D
He stands in line, just a little behind
   B7               Em
A yellow moon that hangs
Em                        D                      C
He's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
                  G   walk   Em
Of his own chain gang
Em                   D
You oughta see this home that he owns
            B7          Em
It's like a box of jewelry
Em                       D
He's got his own church bell
                C              G  walk Em
And his bed it lays in a gallery
Em                        D
And all the colors they shine like flames
       B7                     Em
Coming in through the window pane
Em                     D
They end up getting checked over twice
         C                  G   walk   Em  walk  G
For the reds of someone's veins

G                            C
It's so cold and blown all apart
G                               C
It's so cold and needing of a heart

He stands alone on the top of his home
Where all the blue birds flown
Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
As he moans through a saxophone
He reaches high with his hands in the sky
And puts his fingers right into the storm
Always one to stand under the moon
And blow on his own horn
And anyone with anything has already begun to think
That somebody down there knows
Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
And buried someone's rainbow

It's so cold and blown all apart
It's so cold and needing of a heart
It's so cold and blown all apart
It's so cold and needing of a heart

Well, I know you ain't my enemy
The only one's inside of me
He's killing me getting free
I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick
And fix me up on a stick
And all I've ever got to be
Is everything I wanna be
And Sugarfoot disagrees
He still stands tall underneath that apple tree
Man, he's still watching me
His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down
Like the birds and the fireflies
They shoot arrows up into the skies
And they burn all the feathers dry
Well, he only wants to fill his belly up
With rocks till it hurts, then he stops
Well, he don't know what to do with love
If it don't fill his belly to the top

It's so cold and blown all apart
It's so cold and needing of a heart
It's so cold and blown all apart