Wood Song(Chords)

	        G  G   A7sus4  A7sus4      D     D/F#  G   C     D/F# - G   C 
{guitar intro} 
  
G             G           A7sus4       A7sus4 
  The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear 
             D                     G   G 
  My friends and I have had a tough time 
      G             G           A7sus4       A7sus4 
We're bruising our brains, hard up against change 
           D               G    G 
  All the old dogs and the magician 
  
Now I see we're in the boat in two by two's 
Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use 
And the very close quarters are hard to get used to 
Love weighs the hull down with its weight 
  
                G     G                A7sus4  A7sus4 
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old 
                    D                 G   G 
And we'll make it fine,  if the weather holds 
                   G     G                      A7sus4  A7sus4 
But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point 
           D        D/F# - G    C     D/F# - G   C 
That's where I need to go 
  
No way construction of this tricky plan 
Was built by other than a greater hand 
With a love that passes all our understading 
Watching closely over the journey 
  
Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide 
Seems all the courage I can muster up inside 
But we get to have some answers when we reach the other side 
The prize is always worth the rocky ride 
  
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old 
And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds 
But if the weather holds then we'll have missed the point 
           D        Em   B7   E   E 
That's where I need to go 
  
A             A                     
  Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look 
E             E              Asus9      A 
  Skip to the final chapter of the book 
         A                A                         
And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took 
E                    E           C     Dsus4  D 
  To get us where we are this far,    this far 
  
(G) 
But the question drowns in its futility 
And even I have got to laugh at me 
Because no on gets to miss the storm of what will be 
Just holding on for the ride 
  
And the wood is tired, and the wood is old 
And we'll make it fine if the weather holds 
But if the weather holds then we'll have missed the point 
That's where I need to go 
 
 
 
- Adam Schneider, [email protected] 
 

	        

Written by Emily Saliers