Traveling Song(Chords)

	        
           D 
Oh father time 
           F#m                 A              D 
That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye 
             F#m               A                D 
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine 
            F#m      A                D       A 
Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine 


        Bm 
Nobody knows where they are going 
            E 
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds 
          A   
Over the edge of all our knowings 
         F#m 
Be it a bang of the divine 
           Bm 
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing 
            E 
I've never been on for goodbyes 
            A 
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing 
             F#m                              D 
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know 


              E 
Everywhere I roam 
                      A 
I'll see you on the road 


      D 
Oh, I take it in vain, 
                    F#m 
All the plans and moves that we made 
A                D 
Half a heart is aching to grow 
                       F#m 
Soulmates aren't just lovers, you know 
   A                D 
I know I know your eyes are the rain 
                    F#m 
Just a soul that's changing it's shape 
 A                D 
I'll be laughing all of the way 
                    F#m     A 
Thinking 'bout the days 



        Bm 
Nobody knows where they are going 
            E 
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds 
          A   
Over the edge of all our knowings 
         F#m 
Be it a bang of the divine 
           Bm 
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing 
            E 
I've never been on for goodbyes 
            A 
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing 
             F#m                              D 
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know 


              E 
Everywhere I roam 
                      A 
I'll see you on the road 


      A               A 
So, farewell to my friend 

(A Cappella) 
He who taught me to love like a beast 
  
and to feast like the queen  

that he fed turtle soup 

Little boy from Paris  

to the states, check the facts  

That was Magical Max 

He was black sheep 

and mischief 

and love for his craft 


And he told me that I was Apollo 13 

on that very last day 

He said shoot for your dreams  

little girl To the stars 

Well, I'm taking you with me 

now this one is ours 

And I know what you'd say 

you'd say, 'On with the show!' 

So on we go...
	        

Written by Michael Angelakos/Benjamin Levin/Aryn Wüthrich