Tom: G
Am
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Gm7
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
Am
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move
And choose the course you're running
Em D Em F#m F#m/B
Down at the edge, round by the corner
(Not right away, not right away.}
Em D Em F#m F#m/B
Close to the edge, down by a river
(Not right away, not right away.)
( F Dm7/-5 C F )
( F Dm7/-5 C F )
( F Dm7/-5 C F )
F Dm7/-5 C F
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer
F Fm C
Reaching to call the color of the sky
F Dm7/-5 C F
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
F Dm C F
Getting over all the time I had to worry
F Fm C
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
F Dm7/-5 C F
We relieve the tension only too find out the master's name
Dm C Dm Em
Down at the end, round by the corner
Dm C Dm Em
Close to the edge, just by a river
F Em Dm11
Seasons will pass you by
C C/B Am Em/A Em/G
I get up, I get down
F
Now that it's all over and done
Now that you find, now that you're whole
