Am                          F  
I'm the oil upon the water, I'm the lava in the flow. 
Am                             F 
Resting like a rock beside the seaside. 
        Am                                   F 
I'm the son and you're the daughter of the stranger that we know, 
Am                                  F 
Who gets a little stoned beside the wayside. 
              C            F    C         F 
Well, there's one thing to try, everybody knows 
C              F     C         F 
Music gets you high, everybody grows 
                Am  F  Am  F 
and so it goes.  
You're the lips that make the laughter you're the sunshine in the snow 
shining out on everything you feel 
you're the bird that dropped the berry on the island far below 
finding out that everything is real. 

Chorus 

We are loved and we are lonely, we are many, we are few. 
make it out of love and build a dream 
we are hoboes, we are holy, we are me and we are you, 
can't it be as easy as it seems? 

Chorus 



by: Jos? Duarte 
jtduarte1@gmail.com