Second Hand

I'm still working on it, I know I'm missing something, I just haven't figured it out yet. Bm+2 ----- ----- ----- ----- -3--- --5-- -3--- --5-- -1--- --3-- ----- ----- I spent my time fishing through pockets of old winter coats yeah looking for a weathered New York City subway token charm And instead I found a shattered silver pocket watch Bm+2 a present given to me to mark my twenty first year But the time had never stopped The months rolled on Nine years passed without a sound the ticking heart beat dead and gone I wasted days thinking about how I wasted so much time I sat alone in my room while the weeks went by Bm+2 Someone save me from this tomb in Graceland I was hiding in an attic the past few years yeah cuz I'm a fugitive Call the detectives in I'm ready to confess all the terrible things I did It's time for my sickend heart to rest It's time for my sickend heart to rest It's time for my sickend heart to rest It's time for my sickend heart to rest