A F A E
Baby, I am waiting for a ride
F
And it may take some time
Am Em F Am E
But you know I would fly if I could fly
F Am E
Climb if I could climb and my dreams
C Am E C
As everything with me, are just like that
Am E F Am Em
Where I see the place I need to be
F
But not the way there
Am F
'Cause all the things that we have seen
Dm A
Are all the things we want to show.
F
But all the things that we have seen
Dm Am C F G
Are not always the things we ever really know
A F E
Baby, this is such a pretty mess
F A
My little monkeywrench
F
And it sits where all the machinists
Am
Can examine it
E C G E
And that's fine, I like reading there minds
E Am E
As they're figuring odds and times
F Em Am E
It's pointless, but it's fine
Em F
There's nothing to find
Am F
'Cause all the things that we have seen
Dm Am
Are all the things we want to show
F
But all the things that we have seen
Dm Am C F
Are not always the things we ever really know