My Best Guess

C  F  C

C
I've been thinking myself sick
F                         C
Waiting for the plot to thicken
C                 F
Rolling around for miles unnumbered
G
Unencumbered by style
C
Oh, what a time now to show up
F                C
Way too late to grow up
C                 F
Way too late to take the dive
G
So I'll shoot the sky instead

C
Stay up late, shoot the moon
F                        C
Do the things we used to do
When we was just young and anxious
G
Heinous with happiness
C
We was born to be great
         F                  C
Or just born a little too late
For the rock of ages, ain't it strange
        G                C
Just my age and my best guess

C
Jack, he left the monastery
F                 C
Went on off to Woodstock
                   F
Took his younger sister
G
Now she plays guitar
C
He went on to raise three daughters
F                          C
I fell in love with the youngest
          F             C
We just listen to his stories
G
Get our daily bread

        C
Stay up late, shoot the moon
F                        C
Do the things he used to do
When he was just young and anxious
G
Heinous with happiness
C
He was born in a long line
         F             C
Or just born right on time
For the rock of ages, ain't it strange
        G                C
Just his age and his best guess

F            C
How could I know
F            C
Where I may go
G
When hardly do I know from where I come?
F                            C
But if this America is any indication
F                                C
I was born into one great, big vacation
F                          C
A great house, on a great lake,
F                              G
At a great rate I can't (can?) afford

C
So I stay up late, I shoot the moon
            F              C
I do the things I have to do
            F          G
To feel my nature, to ease this collective pain
  C
And if one day I drown
    F             C
I do pray you lay me down
                  F             C
And say, he was sound, he was strong
G
One good link upon the chain

                  C
Then you stay up late, you shoot the moon
       F                  C
Do the things you have to do
               F
To feel your nature
G
To feel some connectedness
          C
You were born not to lose
         F                 C
Or just born a little too soon
For the rock of ages, ain't it strange
           G                  C
Just your age and your best guess

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