Standard (EADGBE)

Just like the Seneca

 I have lost my place

And where I’ve been planted now,

Soon will be shaken

And just like the Seneca, it’s a losin’ race

Too soon tomorrow will come, and nighttime’s awakening

Brings forth a melody I’ve 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 it’s 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