Tom: G
C
You can walk in the pine trees
G
You can sit down
Am
G
You can hold the earth in your hands
C
You can run from all this
G
You can go the long way
Am
G
You can carry my weight the whole way down
F
Am
As the crow flies straight
C
G
Holds me in his gaze
F
Am
As he rises to his fate
C
G
We can do the same
F
Am
I try not to visualize other people's eyes
G
And their compromising ways
F
And as I leave them far behind
Am
G
I try to hide the route of my escape
D
by C
shape
C
You can sit in the pine trees
G
You can feel at home
Am
G
You can breathe a sigh of silence in the woods
C
You can bawl your heart out
G
Make your feelings known
Am
G
Things the grass already knows
F
Am
As the crow flies straight
C
G
Holds me in his gaze
F
Am
As he rises to his fate
C
G
We can do the same
F
Am
I try not to visualize other people's eyes
G
And their compromising ways
F
And as I leave them far behind
Am
G
I try to hide the route of my escape