Younger

Em7               B7     C
Crank that siren high
                     C
Drain the wellspring dry
                         Em7 B7 C
Map out your coordinates
Em7                 B7   C
Send out scouts by day
                    C
Dole out mercenary pay
                                Em7 B7
For restless young subordinates
                  C
It never hurts to give thanks to the local gods
                            Em7    B7 C
You never know who might be hungry
                 Em7                                  B7   C
It never hurts to scan the windows on the upper floor
        D                                 Em7      B7  C
I saw a face there once before when I was younger

Em7               B7  C
Set the torch aflame
                  C
Call the night by name
                             Em7 B7 C
Stake out your dark position
Em7     B7   C
Lie in wait
                     C
By the gleaming city gate
                             Em7     B7 C
Try not to lose sight of the mission
                      C
It never hurts to give thanks to the broken bones
                             Em7    B7 C
You had to use to build your ladder

Em7             B7
Moment close at hand
C
Half of you will never understand
                             Em7 B7 C
And it doesn't really matter
D               A
Big smile on my face
C
Capsule just in case
                   Em7 B7 C
Underneath my tongue
Em7            B7      C
Voices on the breeze
                         D                        Em7
I heard voices once like these when I was younger

G                    Em
Blood rushing to my face
C                       Bm
I know that sweet warm taste
        B
And the bitter trace

Em7                   B7    C
Storm right down that hill
                   C
If I don't, no one will
                                 Em7 B7 C
Follow me right through the chaos
Em7                   B7    C
This whole house is doomed
                       C
Even the big parts get consumed
                           Em7 B7
Prepare a grave for Menelaus
                  C
It never hurts to give thanks to the navigator
                                     Em7   B7 C
Even when he's spitting out random numbers
Em7                       B7     C
I knew what those figures meant
                             D
And what they hoped to represent
                 Em7 B7 C
When I was younger

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