Tuning:

Standard

Chords:

– G: 320033
– B7: X21202
– C: X320010
– D: XX0323
– D/B: XX4323

Strum pattern:

DDUUDU

[D/B]

Now as our poor young lungs deflate, I’ll admit I’ve gotten older

[D/B]
Mellowed out, chatting up those I used to hate

The feeling that we’re lost will always fade, I present no explanation

[D/B]
Can’t expect our tired patience to satiate for long

And therein lies a truth we can sip when we want

Disciples of the flow we can float anywhere

If ever there’s a drought I’ve listed the puddles

[D/B]
Proven to better coax the divine out from within

Bum, bum, bum, buh duh duh, dum,

[D/B]
Buh duh, duh duh, duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh, duh, dum

Remember there’s more road, and places to go

And patterns to contemplate, more people to fornicate

[D/B]
And remember there’s a lot of good omens supplying the proof that our life is the best joke ever told

Remember its a joke, and leave it alone.

Let go and try to be always abiding

[D/B]
Remember if there’s one good reason for dying, the sweet silver lining, through you she lives on

And therein lies a coast we can see through the fog

An island in our thoughts can be heaven on Earth

[D/B]
I swear to God if I haven’t wandered all over then I haven’t done something that’s worth telling at all

Bum, bum, bum, buh duh duh, dum,

[D/B]
Buh duh, duh duh, duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh, duh, dum

D (hold) C (hold)
After the hell that you’ve been through, what could I even say?

Our Auntie Earth will take us in

She awaits our battered shells

[D/B]
I’ll try to lay as close as I can to you, but while we’re breathing I should tell you

From the depths of the void I will

Love you for your growing crows feet

[D/B]
And fully adore the contradictions that we live, as all I can give

Bum, bum, bum, buh duh duh, dum,

Buh duh, duh duh, duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh, duh, dum

G (hold)

Buh, dum

e|————-|—-0——–|————-|—-3——-|————-|—-0—-3—-|–2———|—-3——-|
B|————-|—-0——–|————-|—-3——-|————-|—-0—-0—-|–3———|—-3——-|
G|–2/4–2–0–|—-0——–|–2/4–2–0–|—-0——-|————-|—-0—-0—-|–2———|—-0——-|
D|————-|—-2——–|————-|—-0——-|——–0—-|—-2—-2—-|–0———|—-0——-|
A|————-|—-3——–|————-|—-2——-|—–0——-|—-2—-2—-|————|—-2——-|
E|————-|————-|————-|—-3——-|–3———-|—-0—-0—-|————|—-3——-|

Long as it’s raining, you might as well stay.
Sit on the carpet, sippin on chamomile, tell me your day.
I know it’s hard but, at least try to explain
You woke up feeling older, disenchanted with the music you play
Catastrophically older, numb to the magic of holidays.

Well I’ll tell you I woke up euphoric, barely retaining the Unified Theory of Basically Everything
Wandered all day, with no one to tell
I’m afraid if I sleep that I might not remember it.
It’ll send me back over the falls
But what with the heart break and healing I can’t say it’s anyone’s fault

Oh well I know you’re tired, and losing your faith
One last quest to find love, prove to us all its still worth the wait
Sit by bodies of water, and confide in the rain
I used to be scared, begging for answers or truths I could hold
But trust me, it’s moments like this that remind me there’s no need to know.

Capo on 2
Intro: | E | Eadd9 E | C#m | A Amaj7 A Amaj7 | x2
Caterpillars in the cracks of my head
fked up but functioning fine
I’m still unsure if your dead
Still tell your jokes like they’re mine.

Intro

Here in the Void, we’re scrping meaning from our made up meta-
beliefs like band-aids off the post-ironic blues we battle.
Well, the funeral proved that I still can’t cry.
The closest I get is little puddles in my eyes.
And the eerie eulogy was the very best part it went, ‘oh well whatever’.

Intro, but on the second time just play C#m until the next verse

So now I’ve started a cult, to validate faith.
I write my own prayers now to my own set of saints.
It keeps your feet in the curl, and at the very least,
grace makes your stay in this world much more comfortable.
Here me now, Saint Dana, you’ve a lot of explaining to do.
Without dreams right in front of your face it seems you feel a lot more real than I do.

Intro