The Wood Song

|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear
My friends and I have had a tough time
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
We're bruising our brains, hard up against change
All the old dogs and the magician
 
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
Now I see we're in the boat in two by twos
Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
And the very close quarters are hard to get used to
Love weighs the hull down with its weight
 
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old
And we'll make it fine,  if the weather holds
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |
But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point
That's where I need to go

|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . | [C]9 . [D] . |

|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
No way construction of this tricky plan
Was built by other than a greater hand
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With a love that passes all our understanding
Watching closely over the journey
 
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Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide
Seems all the courage I can muster up inside
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
But we get to have some answers when we reach the other side
The prize is always worth the rocky ride
 
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old
And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[[E]m] . [B]7 . | [E] . . . |
But if the weather holds then we'll have missed the point
That's where I need to go

|[A] . . . | [Bm] . . . | [E] . . . |[A] . . . |
Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look
Skip to the final chapter of the book
|[A] . . . | [Bm] . . . | [E] . . . |[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . |
And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took
To get us where we are this far, this far
 
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
But the question drowns in its futility
And even I have got to laugh at me
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . |
Because no one gets to miss the storm of what will be
Just holding on for the ride
 
|[G] . . . | [Am] . . . | [Cm] . [D] . |[G] . . . |
And the wood is tired, and the wood is old
And we'll make it fine if the weather holds
|[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . | [C]9 . [D] . |[G] . . . | [A]7sus4 . . . |[G]
But if the weather holds then we'll have missed the point
That's where I need to go