Sleeping At Last - Noble aim

^CChances are we are the same; ^{Am C}Against the odds, against the grain ^Am We le^Gan, like gardens toward li^Fght, But we wait^G, like evening for night,^F Don't w^Ce?

^CChances are we are alike; ^{Am C}Against what better judgement writes ^{Am G}We ache like children for love^F, For a pu^Grpose worthy of ^F Such a nobl^Ce aim, Such a nobl^Ge aim, Such a nobl^Ame aim as love. ^C

Chances are we bruise the same; ^{Am C}A family tree desperate for rain.^Am A th^Girst only deserts know bes^Ft. A h^Gurt so at home in our chest^Fs. Call it st^Gubbornness or bravery, ^F To let our bran^Gches continue to reach, ^F With such a noble ^Caim, With such a noble ^Gaim, With such a noble a^Amim as l^Cove.

Every bro^Cken branch and loosened leaf ^Am That we'^Gve grown to ignore, ^C Is now a part^G of something greater than b^Fefore. ^C Every nes^Amt that rests upon our l^Gimbs, Seeking shelt^Cer from the storms, Is a p^Gurpose worth being broken^F for ^C Be^Ging broken for ^F

^CChances are we are the same;^{Am C}Against the odds, against the grain ^Am We le^Gan, like gardens toward lig^Fht. We rea^Gch with all of our mig^Fht For such a noble ^Amaim as love. ^C