Step

	  		
Bb           Bbmaj7                Gm                    F 
Every time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl 

Intro:  Bb  Bbmaj7  Gm  F  Eb  Bb  Eb  F (2x)


Verse 1:
 
Bb                           Bbmaj7 
Back back way back I used to front like Angkor Wat 

Gm                          F 
Mechanicsburg Anchorage and Dar es Salaam 

Eb                             Bb                Eb                  F 
While home from New York was champagne and disco tapes from L.A. slash San  

Francisco 

    Bb                   Bbmaj7 
But actually Oakland and not Alameda 
     Gm                            F 
Your girl was in Berkeley with her Communist reader 
Eb                         Bb 
Mine was entombed within boombox and walkman 
Eb                  F 
I was a hoarder but girl that was back then 


Bridge: Bb  Bbmaj7  Gm  F 


 Chorus is the same as the verse: 
    
     Bb                  Bbmaj7           Gm 
The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out 
         F 
What you on about? 
  Eb            Bb       Eb            F 
I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones 
    Bb                Bbmaj7        Gm 
I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house 
       F               
Such a modest mouse,  
  Eb          Bb        Eb          F 
I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone 

Bb           Bbmaj7                Gm                    F 
Every time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl 

Eb  Bb  Eb  F 


Verse 2: 

Ancestors told me that their girl was better 
She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather 
I just ignored all the details of a past life 
Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife 
And punks who would laugh when they saw us together 
Well, they didn't know how to dress for the weather 
I can still see them there huddled on Astor 
Snow falling slow to the sound of the master 

Chorus 

Bridge (just play the same chord pattern) 

Verse 3: 

Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth 
Age is an honor - it's still not the truth 
We saw the stars when they hid from the world 
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl 
Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her 
The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her 
We don't know the true death, the way of all flesh 
Everyone's dying, but girl - you're not old yet 

Chorus