Those Final Feet

(início)

  [G] [Am] [C] [G]
  [G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] Place my body on the [Am] funeral pyre,
[C] cut it loose to float down[G]stream.
[G] Leave it frozen on a [Am] mountain top,
[C] suspend it high to be picked [G] clean.
  You said [D] never to grow [C] old,
  but you for[G]got to tell me how. [G]
  You said [D] never to grow [C] old
  and then sank your [G] teeth into those final feet. [G]
[G] Last night I dreamt of [Am] owls at my window.
[C] I knew that time was winding [G] down.
[G] Turned to tell you [Am] of my premonition,
[C] changed my mind and lay back [G] down.
  Chorus
[G] No sense wasting the [Am] time you got,
[C] you got to walk down every [G] road.
[G] No sense pretending that you're [Am] what you're not,
[C] when you got to shoulder every [G] load.
  Chorus
  [G] [Am] [C] [G]
  [G] [Am] Cut it [C] loose, cut it loose, cut it [G] loose