Blizzard of ’77 (Capo 3) Emadd9 Emadd9 Emadd9 In the blizzard of ’77, the cars were just lumps on the snow Emadd9 And then later, tripping in 7-11, the shelves were stretching out of control Emadd9 On a plane ride the more it shakes, the more I have to let go Emadd9 Now the signals getting all mixed up, we’re always doing damage control But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light Emadd9 I know I have got a negative edge, that’s why I sharpen all the others a lot Emadd9 It’s like flowers or ladybugs, pretty weeds or red beetles with dots But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light… light… light light I miss you more than I knew I miss you more than I knew I miss you more than I knew