easy shit.
Busy Bee
C G
F
I could hear songs from the trees.
All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me.
But when I sang along, they all changed their harmonies
F
with hymns of persuasion, I was blown away with the leaves,
G F Asus4
and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead.
G F F Asus4
I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.
F G C
And I'll go until these bones don't go.
If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest.
Light will pour and rain on down as a song tied to her breath.
And in her words I could see a thoughtful line,
F
if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime
G F Asus4
that I've perpetrated, and I'm who it's against.
C G
Living life in constant motion
F Am
is the only way I'll be content.
F G C
And I'll go until this body doesn’t go.
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