Ryn Weaver - Traveling song

^GOh, father^G7 time That meter m^Emaid who lends one li^Gvely winking ^Ceye

We dance a bo^Grrowed jig while h^Emiding from the ^Cfine

Oh, what I wou^Emldn't spe^Gnd to lend you min^Ce, hm^Emm

Nobody k^Amnows where they are going Oh, how we^Dsus2 try to wrap our minds Over the ed^Gge of all our knowings Be it a b^Emang or the divine Tip of my i^Amceberg blues are showing

I've never ^Dsus2been one for goodbyes So, 'till I m^Geet you there, I'm singing A traveling song to ease the ^Emride

^Dsus2And so you know, eve^Drywhere I roam I'll s^Gee you on the road, ooh-ooh

Oh, I ^Ctake it in vain All the plans and mo^Emves that we made

Ha^Glf a heart is ac^G7hing to grow Soulmate^Ems aren't just lov^Gers you know? I know, I know

Your eyes^C are the rain, just a soul that's changi^Emn' in shape ^GI'll be laughin' a^G7ll of the way

Think^Emin' '^Gbout the days, oh

Nobody kno^Amws where they are going Oh, how we t^Dsus2ry to wrap our^D minds

O^Gver the edge of all our knowings Be it a ba^Emng or the divine Tip of my iceb^Amerg blues are showing I've never ^Dbeen one for goodbyes So, 'ti^Gll I meet you there, I'm singing A traveling^Em song to ease the ride

^Dsus2And so you know, ev^Derywhere I roam I'll s^Gee you on the road, ooh-ooh

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So, farewell to my friend

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He who taught me to love like a beast

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And to feast like the queen that he fed turtle soup

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Little boy from Paris to the States, check the facts

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That was Magical Max

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He was black sheep and mischief and love for his craft

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Then he told me that I was Apollo 13

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On that very last day, he said

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"Shoot for your dreams, little girl, to the stars,"

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Well I'm taking you with me

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Now this one is ours

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And I know what you'd say, you'd say

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"On with the show,"

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So on we go