What if Ghope’s not a path that you Em7chose
It’s the loss of conG/Btrol
It’s a Clandslide of Glosing my religion
Going Dblind to find my vision
I Gthought it was my D/F#job to Em7know
Where the flowers would G/Bgrow
When it Cturns out the Glighting and the thunder
The Deasy breeze of summer
Em7Doesn’t feel like GI’ve got conCtrol