Tom: A
A
Six long months at sea,
E
now a warmer current brings
F#m D
echoed fragments of a song I think we wrote.
A
With a worn thin book of maps
E
and our faith so full of holes
F#m D
it’s a miracle we even stayed afloat.
A D
We could taste the salt through our fingertips
F#m E
and knew the time had come,
A D
so we said goodbye to the lives we’d lived
F#m E
and pulled our anchor up.
A E F#m D
Now we scrape the barnacles from all our hearts
A E F#m D
and we row the boat to shore, hallelujah.
A E F#m D
You can feel the end even as we start.
A E F#m D
We row the boat to shore, hallelujah.
A E
I'm just on letting go all the things I used to own.
F#m D
Now I guess the tides are changing once again.
A E
I got so goddamned good at navigating on my own,
F#m D
but I guess it’s time to bring the old boat in.
A D
Well, I’ve worked so hard to get my sea legs,
F#m E
and I’ve earned these calloused hands.
A D
But I drank this ocean down to the dregs;
F#m E
now I’m thirsty for dry land.
A E F#m D
Now I scrape these barnacles from all my heart
A E F#m D
and I row the boat to shore, hallelujah.
A E F#m D
I heard sirens sing themselves apart,
A E
so I row the boat to shore.
F#m D A E
I row the boat to shore, halleluuuuu
F#m D
hallelujah
A E
halleluuuuu
F#m D
Hallelujah
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