AND SO IT GOES

   D                                          G

I LISTENED TO THE MUSIC AND LOOKED AT THE FACES

                D                                                                   A                A7

OF THE EVER-HOPEFUL DREAMERS AND THEIR FARAWAY PLACES

                D

SEEMS EVERY GENERATION,

               G                             Em

FROM EVERY TRIBE AND NATION,

                    Em                                              A             D

HAS THE SAME HOPE AND DREAM OF ELUSIVE FAME

   D                                                            G

I LOOKED AT THE BRIGHT EYES AND MOURNED THEIR GLITTER

                     D                                                         A                        A7

SOON BECOMING DULL AND LIFELESS DISENCHANTED AND BITTER

                D

SEEMS EVERY REVELATION

                  G

OF THE FALSE CELEBRATION

                  Em                         A                          D

ADDS A LITTLE MORE CORROSION TO THE FLAME

   A                             D

SING ME A DIRGE, SING ME A SAD SONG

  G                                                   D            A

BURY ME BENEATH THE JACARANDA TREE

       D                                                                      G                      Em

AS ALL THINGS CHANGE AROUND ME IT CONTINUES TO ASTOUND ME

            A                                                        G D

HOW EVERYTHING REMAINS JUST THE SAME

    D                                                  G

I TASTED THE SUNLIGHT AND TALKED TO THE RAIN

  D                                             A                         A7

ALL THAT TIME WITH THE SEASONS I SHARED THEIR PAIN

               D

SEEMS EVERY DELEGATION

    G                   Em

ATTENDS A CELEBRATION

        D                  A                           A7

OF UNITY THAT SEALS IN THEIR SHAME

   D                                              G

I SANK IN THE MORNING BENEATH THE SUNLIGHT

D                                                 A                                    A7

CASTING DAPPLED REFLECTIONS ON WALLS SAYING, "GOODNIGHT"

                            D

IT SEEMS LIKE JUST AS ELATION

             G

GIVES WAY TO DEFLATION

        Em                              A                                               D

OF DREAMS NOT QUITE WRONG BUT NEVER QUITE RIGHT

Lyrics and music by Pete Kitchen

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