Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Sleep in some safe song to hum

The dreams we've spun and will run from.

The heavy head that goes to bed

Wishing for some new day to come,

 It is a heartload of the beating of your memories

 That in their light make your days bright or dark,

 Said "In my pockets, there is sand from many different lands,

 But I long only for the on that's marked with start,

 Yes, my home it holds my bed, my head, my heart."

Spent your days searching for some sunset,

 Searched for sunset,

 Yeah, you searched for so long.

 Drenched in darkness,

 Are you so full of regret

 Because you saw what you were seeking,

 Now the sunset is gone,

 But the sun will rise a thousand times,

 And will you still be so surprised to say

"For every sun that is somewhere setting,

There is one that is somewhere set to rise."

For every pretty thing that you find yourself forgetting,

There's a million magic moments set to widen your eyes,

So I know it's best to hold my tongue,

Not cry "Please, oh, please will you come home and

Listen for the ones you cannot remember?

They sing as loud as the ones you can't forget!"

As autumn fades into another December

Furnished with a feeling that you haven't shaken yet,

And on and on,

And what went wrong,

We sing a separate story to the some old song

It was in some warehouse where I said I'd always love,

Indiana where I never knew your name.

In our lifetimes, there's so many things we could do

So I wish we wouldn't spend them polishing our own pain

And you sang a song for dying,

Well, give me the one that's right for flying

Into the ones as they go past you,

Into the ones that you will one day leave behind.

Speak kindly to the ones who never found the words to ask you

Though a million years could pass

And they would never seem to mind.

(The Am C D part is played without lyrics here)

And I refuse to believe it was ever naive to say

"Give your heart to everything that you can find."

Try as though we try

It's a very pretty thing to say

And everything that matters is sure to take time.

That fearsome face will find its place,

Give it time and give it space.

 Give it a name, it'll come if you call it,

 Forgive its shame,

 Even if that's how you recall it.