| G | | | Bm | | | G7/F | | | C/E | | |
| C | | | G | | | D Dsus2 | | | D Dsus4 | | |
| G | Bm | ||
| On | bended knee is no | way | to be free |
| G7/F | C/E | ||
| Lift | ing up an empty cup, I | ask | silently |
| C | G | ||
| All | my destinations will ac | cept | the one that’s me |
| D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus4 | ||
| So | I | can breathe |
| G | Bm | ||
| Cir | cles they grow, and they | swal | low people whole |
| G7/F | C/E | |
| Half | their lives they say goodnight to | wives |
| they’ll never know |
| C | G | |||
| A | mind | full of questions, and a | teach | er in my soul |
| D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus4 | ||
| And | so | it goes |
| G | Bm | ||
| Don’t | come closer or | I’ll | have to go |
| G7/F | C/E | ||
| Hold | ing me like gravity are | plac | es that pull |
| C | G | |||
| If | ev | er there was someone to | keep | me at home |
| D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus4 | ||
| It | would | be you |
| G | Bm | ||
| Ev | eryone I come across, in | cag | es they bought |
| G7/F | C/E | ||
| They | think | of me and my wandering, but I’m | never |
| what they thought |
| C | G | ||
| I’ve | got | my indignation, but I’m | pure |
| in all my thoughts |
| D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus4 | |
| I’m | alive |
| G | Bm | ||
| Wind | in my hair, I feel | part | of everywhere |
| G7/F | C/E | ||
| Under | neath my being is a | road | that disappeared |
| C | G | ||
| Late | at night I hear the trees, they’re | sing | ing |
| with the dead |
| D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus4 | |
| Ov | erhead |
| G | Bm | ||
| Leave | it to me as I | find | a way to be |
| G7/F | C/E | ||
| Consider | me a satellite | forever | orbiting |
| C | G | ||
| I | knew all the rules, but the | rules | did not know me |
| D | Dsus2 | D | Dsus4 | |
| Guar | anteed |
| G | | | Bm | | | G7/F | | | C/E | | |
| C | | | G | | | D Dsus2 | | | D Dsus4 | | |