Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Atlas hands

^AmTake me to the d^Cocks, there's a ^Fship without a name that ^AmIt is sailing to^C the middle of t^Fhe sea ^AmThe water there ^Cis deeper than a^Fnything you've ever seen ^AmJump right in an^Cd swim until you^F freeze

^DmI will r^Femember ^Cyour fac^Ge ^Dm'Cause I^F am stil^Cl in lov^Ge with that place ^DmBut when^F the sta^Crs are t^Ghe only things we share ^DmWill you^F be ther^Ce? ^G

^AmMoney came like ^Crain to your han^Fds while you were waiting ^AmFor that cold lo^Cng promise to ap^Fpear ^AmPeople in the ch^Curches started s^Finging above their hands ^AmThey say "M^Cy God is a good ^FGod and he cares"

^DmI will r^Femember ^Cyour fac^Ge ^Dm'Cause I^F am stil^Cl in lov^Ge with that place ^DmWhen the^F stars a^Cre the o^Gnly things we share ^DmWill you^F be ther^Ce? ^G

^DmI've got^F a plan ^{C G Dm}I've got^F an atla^Cs in my ^Ghands ^DmI'm gonn^Fa turn w^Chen I li^Gsten to the lessons that I've learned

^DmI've got^F a plan ^{C G Dm}I've got^F an atla^Cs in my ^Ghands ^DmI'm gonn^Fa turn w^Chen I li^Gsten to the lessons that I've learned