[The D5-G-C-D5 part is probably totally wrong; forgive me.]
 
G5  G5   A5  A5   C5 (9 fr.)   D5      D5 - G5   C5 - D5     D5 - G5   C5 - D5   
[guitar intro]
 
G5             G5           A5       A5
  The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear
C5 (9 fr.)             D5                     G5
  My friends and I have had a tough time
      G5            G5          A5       A5
We're losing our brains, hard up against change
C5 (9 fr.)           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 we have for a tool we can use
And the very close quarters are hard to get used to
Love weighs the hull down with it's weight
 
                G5     G5                A5  A5
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old
                  C5 (9 fr.)  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
C5 (9 fr.)           D5        G5 (9 fr.) - G5   C5 - D5     D5 - G5   C5 - D5
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 croos 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
C5 (9 fr.)           D5        E5   B5   E5   E5
That's where I need to go
 
A5             A5                Bm7(4)    Bm7(4)
  Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look
E5             E5          A5          A5
  Skip to the final chapter of the book
         A5                A5                     Bm7(4)        Bm7(4)
And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain that it took
E5                    E5     C5    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