Sycamore(Chords)

	        F           G               F  C 
I don't see nothing wrong being a drea-mer 
           F               C             G 
I've been floating for so long from the shore 
    F                G               F  C 
The sea, it has its song, that it's sin-ging 
        F             C           G 
It's a sad and lonely tune in the blue 
        F                  C               G 
And it calls to drift and sails like me and you 
      F             G             F              G 
But I cannot understand, why I'm longing for the land 

            F     
I miss the sound of the breeze  
                               C 
Through the leaves of the sycamore 
F                                            C    
Wading in the waves to my knees on the sandy shore 
    F                                              C 
The birds and the bees and your panties on the bathroom floor 
        F        G 
Well, I miss you more 
                 F   
Well, I miss you more 

        F            G                 F   C 
The sea calls to me again, like it's screa-ming 
     F           C              G 
Your home is the water, in the stars 
        F             G                 F   C 
In the chasm of the deep, well they're fee-ding 
        F               C           G 
On the changing it can cavern of my heart 
    F                       C            G 
And though it's her that is tearing us apart 
    F           G             F               G 
I begin to understand, oh I'm longing for the land 

            F     
I miss the sound of the breeze  
                               C 
Through the leaves of the sycamore 
F                                            C    
Wading in the waves to my knees on the sandy shore 
    F                                              C 
The birds and the bees and your panties on the bathroom floor 
        F        G 
Well, I miss you more 

                F                                                C 
Whoa, I miss the sound of the breeze through the leaves of the sycamore 
F                                            C    
Wading in the waves to my knees on the sandy shore 
    F                                              C 
The birds and the bees and your panties on the bathroom floor 
        F        G 
Well, I miss you more 
                 F 
Well, I miss you more 
           G 
I miss you more 
           F 
I miss you more
	        

Written by Jacob Smith