xIntro D A Em7 D A The line runs through like a train in a book A G D A Or meters underwater, ending with a hook A Em7 D A It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift, A G D A The fine ones are boundaries when There is a rift D Bm I'm just pulling on a line, on a line G D I'm just pulling on a line D Bm I'm just pulling on a line, on a line G D Sometimes it pulls on me A Em7 D A The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow, A G D A Where only those embracing coldness would go A Em7 D A It whistles and it whispers, and sometimes it howls, A G D A It sings to me sweetly from the trees and in vowels D Bm I'm just pulling on a line, on a line G D I'm just pulling on a line D Bm I'm just pulling on a line, on a line G D Sometimes it pulls on me A Em7 D A The line, it writes itself across the dark sky, A G D A In the electric flushes ending with a sigh A Em7 D A It weaves itself into a fabric so true A G D A and flows just like the river, graceful and blue D Bm I'm just pulling on a line, on a line G D I'm just pulling on a line D Bm I'm just pulling on a line, on a line G D Sometimes it pulls on me
