Young Pilgrims The Shins
The Shins
[Bm]A cold and wet[F] November d[A]awn[Bm]
and there are no [F]barking sparrows[A] [Bm]
just empt[F]iness to dwell upon.[A]
[Bm]I fell[F] into a w[A]inter slide[Bm]
and ended up the [F]kind of kid who goes [A]down chutes too narrow[Bm]
just eki[F]ng out my measly pipe.[A]
But I[G] learned fast h[D]ow to keep my h[A]ead up 'cause[(D)] I[G]
know there is thi[D]s side of [F]me that[(A)] [G]
wants to grab [D]the yoke from[A] the pilot and just[(D)] [G]
fly the whol[D]e mess into the se[F]a.[A]
[Bm]Another slo[F]w train to th[A]e coast[Bm]
some brand new gory art f[F]rom way on high[A] [Bm]
I [F]sink and then I swim all night.[A]
[Bm]I watch the ice[F] melt on the[A] glass[Bm]
while the eloque[F]nt young pilgrims pas[A]s[Bm]
and lea[F]ve behind their trail[C]
imploring us all not to fail.[A]
[G]Of course I was raised[D] to gather co[A]urage from[(D)] those[G]
lofty ta[D]les so tried[F] and true[(A)] [G]
if you're able[D], I'd s[A]uggest[(D)] it 'cause this[G]
modern though[D]t can get the best of you.[F] [A]
[Bm]This rather sim[D]ple epitaph can save your [G]hide, your fal[F]ling mind [C] [A]
[Bm]fate isn't w[D]hat we're up against there's no design, n[G]o fla[F]ws to find[C] [A]
there's no [G]design[F], no flaws to [C]find.[A]
But [G]I learned fast h[D]ow to keep my he[A]ad up 'caus[(D)]e I[G]
know I got [D]this side of[F] me that[(A)]
[G]wants to grab[D] the yoke fro[A]m the pilot and jus[(D)]t[G]
fly the who[D]le mess into the s[F]ea.[A]
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