Patrick Park - The lucky ones

^AmEach day the l^Gight gets born ^DmFrom the body of the n^Amight I'm torn ^FInto the blaze of the ^Csun lit morn ^AmI'm thrown^{F G Am}So I do ^Gwhat I can ^DmWith a beating heart and ^Ammy own two hands ^FAnd a thirst to unde^Crstand this s^Amhow ^{F G}And the halls I ^Amhear it sung ^FThe youth is wasted ^Con the young ^DmAnd these are words that can ^Emweigh a ton you k^Amnow ^F But one day yo^Gu'll know what they meant ^AmWhen you wonder where ^Emthe wonder went ^DmAnd all the world is si^Cnking like a st^Gone

^CWe are the ^Dmlucky ones ^AmYou mothers daughters you ^Ffathers sons ^CDont you grow ^Dmold before your ti^Amme ^{F G C}We are the h^Dmoly rollers ^AmWho take this weight u^Fpon ourt shoulders ^C And make the ^Dmbest out of ^Amlife ^{F G}

^AmEach night when the ^Gdarkness dawns ^DmAnd from the troubles of ^Amthe day I'm drawn ^FInto the solace of the ^Cquiet song that gr^Amows ^{F G Am}In everything I ^Ghear and see ^DmAnd through the smoke in the ^Amair I breathe ^FAnd over arms that c^Cover me like ^Amhome ^{F G}And on the streets where you ^Amhear it said ^FOur Last hopes have l^Cong bed dead ^DmThat's just the noise r^Eminging in your head you ^Amknow ^G