• Song:

    Wood Song

  • Artist:

    Indigo Girls

G5  G5   A5  A5      D5     D5  G5   C5     D5 - G5   C5 
{guitar intro} 
  

G5             G5           A5       A5 
  The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear 
             D5                     G5   G5 
  My friends and I have had a tough time 
      G5             G5           A5       A5 
We're bruising our brains, hard up against change 
           D5               G5    G5 
  All the old dogs and the magician 
  
Now I see we're in the boat in two by two's 

Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use 

And the very close quarters are hard to get used to 

Love weighs the hull down with its weight 
  

                G5     G5                A5  A5 
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old 
                    D5                 G5   G5 
And we'll make it fine,  if the weather holds 
                   G5     G5                      A5  A5 
But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point 
           D5        D5 - G5    C5     D5 - G5   C5 
That's where I need to go 
  
No way construction of this tricky plan 

Was built by other than a greater hand 

With a love that passes all our understading 

Watching closely over the journey 
  
Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide 

Seems all the courage I can muster up inside 

But we get to have some answers when we reach the other side 

The prize is always worth the rocky ride 
  
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old 

And we'll make it fine, if the weather holds 

But if the weather holds then we'll have missed the point 
           D5        E5   B5   E5   E5 
That's where I need to go 
  

A5             A5                     
  Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look 
E5             E5              A5      A5 
  Skip to the final chapter of the book 
         A5                A5                         
And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took 
E5                    E5           C5     D5  D5 
  To get us where we are this far,    this far 
  

( G5 ) 
But the question drowns in its futility 
And even I have got to laugh at me 
Because no on gets to miss the storm of what will be 
Just holding on for the ride 
  
And the wood is tired, and the wood is old 
And we'll make it fine if the weather holds 
But if the weather holds then we'll have missed the point 
That's where I need to go 
 
 
 
- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com
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