Intro: C F Am F
C
In the tree-lined cities and forgotten fields
F
Some are born too pretty, some are born too real
Am F
Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal some ground
C
It's all just hunchbacked plans to stumped to feel
F
As the rise of man names his price to deal
Am F
It's "look ma, no hands" on the steering wheel, going round
C F Am F
Goes round, goes round, goes round, slows down
C
Some are early bloom, some are made to wait
F
Some arrive too soon, some leave too late
Am F
Some think the moon can navigate their life round
C F Am F
Life round, life round, life round, lives round
C F
Can't you see?
Am
What will be...
F
Can't you see?
C F
Can't you see?
Am
What will be...
F
Can't you see?
C
It's behind you
F G C
It's behind you
F G C
It's behind you
F G C
It's behind you
F G C
Look behind you
F G C
Look behind you
F G C
Look behind you
F G C
Look behind you
C F C
Can't you see?
F Am G
What will be...
F
Can't you see?
C F C
Can't you see?
F Am G
What will be...
F
Can't you see?
C F C
Can't you see?
F Am G
What will be...
F
