Bruce Cockburn - Pacing the cage

^ESunset ^Bis an angel ^Aweeping ^EHolding ^Bout a bloody ^Asword ^ENo matter ^Bhow I squint I ^Acannot ^EMake out ^Bwhat it's pointing ^Atoward ^ASometimes you feel like you've ^Blived too long C#m C#m/B C#m A Amaj7 Days drip slowly on the page Amaj 7 You catch yourself

^EI've proven ^Bwho I am so many ^Atimes ^EThe magnetic ^Bstrips worn ^Athin ^EAnd each time ^BI was someone e^Alse ^EAnd everyo^Bne was taken ^Ain ^APowers chatter in high p^Blaces C#m C#m/B C#m A Amaj7 Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Amaj 7 Set me to pacing the cage ^EI never ^Bknew what you all ^Awanted ^ESo I ^Bgave you everyt^Ahing ^EAll that ^BI could ^Apillage ^EAll the ^Bspells that I could ^Asing ^AIt's as if the thing were w^Britten C#m C#m/B C#m A Amaj7 In the constitution of the age Amaj 7 Sooner or later you'll wind up

^ESometimes the ^Bbest map will not guide ^Ayou ^EYou can't ^Bsee what's round the ^Abend ^ESometimes the ^Broad leads through dark ^Aplaces ^ESometimes the ^Bdarkness is your ^Afriend ^AToday these eyes scan ^Bbleached out land C#m C#m/B C#m A Amaj7 For the coming of the outbound stage Amaj 7 Pacing the cage Pacing the cage ^E