Cowboy Junkies - Good friday

^GSat at my ^Fwindow watched the ^Cworld, wake up this ^Gmorning ^FPurple sky ^Cslowly turning ^Ggolden ^FDistant elms so ^Corange you'd swear they're ^Gburning

^GAll this flowing ^Fwater has ^Cgot my mind ^Gwandering Do you ^Fever finally ^Creach a point of ^Gknowing Or do you ^Fjust wake up one ^Cday and say, I'm ^Ggoing

^GWhat will I ^Ftell you when you ^Cask me why I'm ^Gcrying Will I ^Fpoint above at the ^CRed Tail gracefully ^Gsoaring Or ^Fdown below where it's ^Cprey is quietly ^Gtrembling

^GTwo thousand ^Fyears ago ^CJesus is left there ^Ghanging ^FPurple sky ^Cslowly turning ^Ggolden ^FCowards at his feet ^Cloudly ^Glaughing ^FLoved ones stumbling ^Chomeward their words ^Greeling

^FRed Tail above my ^Chead quietly ^Gsoaring ^FWaters turn from ice, ^Ccreak is ^Groaring He says, ^Fenough of all this s**t^C I am ^Ggoing