Becoming My Own Home

C
C  Am G x4

      C             Am
It's fire season again
G       C                     Am        G
And the ash in the air has my eyes stinging
    C                         Am    G     C Am
And I can hear the winter slowly awakening
G          C              Am  G
The mountains are my only goal
         C                   Am
So I can shed my skin, and be made whole
G           C                           Am       G     C Am G
And the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation

              F                     C     G
Well, your absence sets in with the early frost
        F                              Am             G
And the things that I've loved are the things I have lost
    F                          C             G
The wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats
     F           G            Am
This year I am becoming my own home
     F           G
This year I am becoming my home

C  Am G x4

      C                   Am G
The birds are already leaving
        C                       Am   G
I guess you got swept in their migration
         C                  Am               G   C  Am G
And now every nest I come across looks abandoned
C                           Am
Pacing every inch of this room
G       C                     Am           G
Looking for one spot without memories of you
        C                          Am                 G   C  Am G
But the blisters turn to callus if I'll just keep walking

        F                     C       G
Your absence sets in with the burning trees
        F                          Am             G
And the things that I love are the things that I bleed
    F                        C              G
The wine from the water, the flesh from the bone
     F            G           Am
This year I am becoming my own home
     N.C.
This year I am becoming my home
C  F  Am  G  x2

       C                          F
Well I found my way out of this chain-link language
   Am                           G
To let my words going without eyeing the finish
         C                                    F
The floorboards cracked and rotted till they all fell down
       Am                              G
But we couldn't keep our eyes off the ground
         C                      F
With the heat on high, and the windows open
     Am                   G
This winding road is the path we've chosen
        C                            F
And the sunrise and the sunset are keeping time
         Am                          G
But the only eyes that see them are mine
C  F  Am  G
     F            G             Am
This year I am becoming my own home
     F            G         C
This year I am becoming my own

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