Bright Eyes - Arc of time

^AYou can make a plan ^ECarve it into stone ^F#mLike a feather falling ^AIt is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the high Or the lower road You might clench your fist You might fork your tongue As you curse or praise All the things you've done And the faders move And the music dies As we pass over On the arc of time

^ASo you nurse your love ^ELike a wounded dove ^F#mIn the covered cage of night ^DEvery star is crossed By frenetic thoughts That separate and then collide And they twist like sheets Till you fall asleep And they finally unwind It's a black balloon It's a dream you'll soon deny

^AI hear if you make friends With Jesus Christ ^EYou will get right up ^F#mFrom that chalk outline ^AAnd then you'll get dolled up And you'll dress in white All to take your place In his chorus line

^AAnd then in you'll come ^EWith those marching drums ^F#mIn a saintly compromise ^DNo more whiskey slurs No more blonde haired girls For your whole eternal life And you'll do the dance That was choreographed At the very dawn of time Singing, I told you son The day would come ^AYou would die, die, die, die ^AYou would die, die, die, die ^AYou would die, die, die, die ^AYou would die, die, die