Poor Old Shine - Weeds or wildflowers

Well I came al^Gone to f^Bmind a lit^Ctle piece of m^Gind Neg^Glected all my dut^Bmies stepping of^Cf that straightened li^Gne Now I just s^Git at my fr^Bmont door filled with in^Emner lakes and s^Aounds It's like I'm wat^Gching the we^Deds grow on my b^Grow

And I had p^Gure pote^Bmntial and a so^Ciled white shi^Grt With lo^Gve enough to ki^Bmll me but was u^Cnsure of its wor^Gth And though the n^Gight is swe^Bmetened by some r^Emising of the mo^Aon I've lived enou^Ggh to know the b^Dattle's never th^Grough

You pa^Css something do^Gwn, no ma^Dtter where or h^Gow Well there'll be we^Ceds or wildfl^Gowers fi^Dxed upon your brow And there's a cro^Coked burning^G cigarette rol^Emling on your ton^Ague Will there be wee^Gds or wildflow^Ders when you're do^Gne

Whenever you t^Gravel to the de^Bmsert or t^Cravel to the s^Dea Looking o^Gut on the hor^Bmizon asking w^Chat you made of m^Ge

And as we al^Gl hang arou^Bmnd with our freedom of ^Emmind ^A As a^Gll of our br^Danches entw^Gine

And as I wat^Gch the br^Bmick erode^C within a d^Day The leave^Gs changing co^Bmlors and the ^Cbarrowfuls of hay^G And as a bla^Gde of sun^Bmshine cut^Ems across my che^Ast The ^Gblood beneath b^Doils with u^Gnrest

Pushed a^Cround by the w^Gind and the wort^Dhless little th^Ging But the wo^Crld can feel the ^Gchanges of a bu^Dtterfly's wings And so that crook^Ced burning c^Gigarette ro^Emlling on your to^Angue Will leave be twe^Geds before your fl^Dowers when yet have s^Gprung Will there be wee^Gds or wildflow^Ders when you're do^Gne