C F
On the northern country trail
C
I'm not feeling very well
F
As my footsteps start to fade
C
How my thoughts they drift away
F
From the tunnels all of green
C
To other places that I've been
Am
To dark tunnels of their own
F
To every kiss I can recall
G
From the ones that were a gift
Am
To the ones I straight up stole
[Verse]
F
All the patterns in between
C
What's transmitted and received
F
All the shadows in their curl
C
All my footsteps they return
F
To the tunnels all of green
C
From other places that I've been
Am
From dark tunnels of my own
F
To every kiss I can recall
G
From the ones that were a gift
Am
To the ones I straight up stole
