Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Atlas hands

^EmTake me to the docks, there^G's a ship without a name^C that ^EmIt is sailing to the middle of ^Gthe sea ^{C Em}The water there is deeper than an^Gything you've ever s^Ceen ^EmJump right in and swim until you^G freeze ^C

^AmI will r^Cemember^G your f^Dace ^Am'Cause I^C am sti^Gll in l^Dove with that place ^AmBut when^C the st^Gars are^D the only things we share ^AmWill you^C be the^Gre? ^D

^EmMoney came like rain to your ^Ghands while you were ^Cwaiting ^EmFor that cold long promise to a^Gppear ^{C Em}People in the churches starte^Gd singing above their ^Chands ^EmThey say "My God is ^Ga good God and he cares&quo^Ct;

^AmI will r^Cemember^G your f^Dace ^Am'Cause I^C am sti^Gll in l^Dove with that place ^AmWhen the^C stars ^Gare the^D only things we share ^AmWill you^C be the^Gre? ^D

^AmI've got^C a plan^{G D Am}I've got^C an atl^Gas in m^Dy hands ^AmI'm gonn^Ca turn ^Gwhen I ^Dlisten to the lessons that I've learned

^AmI've got^C a plan^{G D Am}I've got^C an atl^Gas in m^Dy hands ^AmI'm gonn^Ca turn ^Gwhen I ^Dlisten to the lessons that I've learned