verse 1
F Bb
Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
F C
Who knows how many poses, that I've been in
F Bb
But them the main closest, hark! it gives meaning Mine
F C F
I cannot really post this, ah feel the signs
Dm F
I worried about rain and I worried bout lightning
Dm Am C
But I watched them off, to the light of the morning
F C F
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
Bb C
Where the days have no numbers
F Edim F
If it's harmed, it's harmed me, it'll harm, I let it in
verse 2
F Bb
Oh, the old modus: out to be leading live
F C
Said, comes the old ponens, demit to strive
F Bb
A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
F C F
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
Dm F
I worry about shame, and I worry bout a worn path
Dm Am C
And I wander off, just to come back home
F C F
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
Bb C
Cause the days have no numbers
F Edim F
It harms me, it harms me, it harms like a lamb
verse 3
F Bb
So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
F C
Suppose you can't hold shit. how high I've been
F Bb
What a river don't know is: to climb out and heed a line
F C F
To slow among roses, or stay behind
Dm
I've been to that grove
F
Where no matter the source is
Dm Am C
And I walked it off: how long I'd last
F C F
Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
Bb C
Cause the days have no numbers
F Edim F
Well it harms it harms me it harms, I'll let it in