WE SHOULD GO FOR A WALK
THIS WEEK (D A D G B E, capo 1)
We should go for a walk
this week. The rain will do us good. I haven’t been out in a little while and I
haven’t seen much of you.
I’ll pick you up if you’re
keen. Early but not too early. I want to go somewhere I haven’t been. I want to
follow a path I don’t know.
Let me know what day
suits you best. I’m pretty much free all the time. I’m getting a haircut
tomorrow but other than that I’m easy.
And we can just wander
for hours and talk about serious things that might sound silly to anyone else
but oh well.
Where we go from here doesn’t
matter as long as we go. Follow the river that’s clear. If it’s true then you’ll
know.
Let’s go for a walk this
week. If it’s raining I really don’t mind. And it probably won’t rain that much
anyway. It might be slippery. It might be muddy. It might be windy. But we’ll
be fine.
Guests arrive and guests
depart. The rain is falling fiercely. But no one really gets that far. It’s
cold and it is windy. Call the old the man over the fence. Call the mountain. He
was right again.
And I don’t know why but I
wanted to cry when I read the words “better stay centred”.
And I haven’t been centred
of late. Things seem to be getting away from me. But now I see the centre is
empty.
Flowers scatter tears.
Through a river so clear. I’m looking out for you as the fish swim underneath.
As the stones pass by. As
you sink into the night. Who can hold the stars and keep their light alive?
As we finally arrive. You’ve
been here the whole time. We finally arrive and you’ve been here the whole time.
Flowers make waves. Make wind,
make ghosts. Maybe I’m too far away. Maybe I’m too close. May every fish swim. As
the leaves fall from the sky. May every moment last. May every moment die.
May every bird fly. As the
leaves fall from the sky. I can see it in your eye. I can see it in your eye.
Flowers scatter tears.
Through a river so clear. I’m looking out for you and it’s like you’re right
here. Like you’ve been right here all along. Like the end of a song. But it
never really ends because you always sing along.
And the river’s so clear.
It’s like you’re right here. The river’s so clear. It’s like you’re right here.
As the flowers scatters
and the river’s so clear. It’s like you’re right and the river’s so clear. As the
flowers scatter tears and the river’s so clear. It’s like you’re right here as
the flowers scatter tears.
SOME THINGS YOU JUST
DON’T NEED TO KNOW (E A D G B E)
Some things you just
don’t need to know. Sometimes you just gotta let it go. When there’s a feeling deep
inside your bones. There are some things you don’t need to know.
You can look all day. You
can cry all night. You can run away. You can start a fight. You can punch a
wall. You can pull your hair out. But it won’t do you no good.
Sometimes you just gotta
let it go. And there are some things you don’t need to know.
You just don’t need to
know.
You can point the blame.
You can have a sook. You can try to explain. You could write a book. You can
ask politely for a closer look. You can beg and kick and scream.
But some things you just
don’t need to know. Sometimes you just gotta let it go.
I NEVER THOUGHT WE WOULD
LEAVE (E A D G B E, capo 4)
I think we might be
outgrowing this place. Suddenly the windows aren’t big enough. And it’s
strange; you don’t look any taller to me. It’s strange — I never thought we
would leave.
I think we might be
outgrowing ourselves. I think we might be already on our way. But it’s strange;
you look just the same to me. It’s strange — the sky is clear suddenly.
Set your heart right. Set
your heart right. Set your heart right. Get on your bike. Watch the sunrise.
See the blue sky. This is all night. We are all day. It’s a slow climb. Let it
take time. Set your heart right.
Everyone except me has
bad breath. And I am the only who’s upset.
Everyone except me is dying.
And I’m the only one who cares.
Who are these strangers
in my backyard? They don’t need to leave, I just want to know who they are.
Who are these children? Do they know me? Why won’t they let me sleep?
Something inside these songs
takes care of me though I don’t know what it is.
I don’t know why. I don’t
know how. And I don’t need to.
When I sit down I get
closer to something and we’re strangely connected.
I love my guitar and I love
the backyard and I love the sky and I love the grass and I only ask for one
thing.