Standard (EADGBE)
Just like the Seneca
I have lost my place
And where Ive been planted now,
Soon will be shaken
And just like the Seneca, its a losin race
Too soon tomorrow will come, and nighttimes awakening
Brings forth a melody Ive heard before
Oh my god, must it be so hard
Just to breathe and love and learn to be man
I am doing all I can
Too soon tomorrow
Nighttime delay its pace
Too soon tomorrow becomes yesterday
Too soon tomorrow
Nighttime delay its pace
Too soon tomorrow becomes yesterday
Oh my god, must it be so hard
Just to breathe and love and learn to be man
Oh my god, must it be so hard
Just to breathe and love and learn to be man
I am doing all I can
Yeahhh