A Six long months at sea,E now a warmer current bringsF#m D echoed fragments of a song I think we wrote.A With a worn thin book of mapsE and our faith so full of holesF#m D it’s a miracle we even stayed afloat.A D We could taste the salt through our fingertipsF#m E and knew the time had come,A D so we said goodbye to the lives we’d livedF#m E and pulled our anchor up.A E F#m D Now we scrape the barnacles from all our heartsA E F#m D and we row the boat to shore, hallelujah.A E F#m D You can feel the end even as we start.A E F#m D We row the boat to shore, hallelujah.A E I'm just on letting go all the things I used to own.F#m D Now I guess the tides are changing once again.A E I got so goddamned good at navigating on my own,F#m D but I guess it’s time to bring the old boat in.A D Well, I’ve worked so hard to get my sea legs,F#m E and I’ve earned these calloused hands.A D But I drank this ocean down to the dregs;F#m E now I’m thirsty for dry land.A E F#m D Now I scrape these barnacles from all my heartA E F#m D and I row the boat to shore, hallelujah.A E F#m D I heard sirens sing themselves apart,A E so I row the boat to shore.F#m D A E I row the boat to shore, halleluuuuuF#m D hallelujahA E halleluuuuuF#m D HallelujahE|----------0--2-------------------12--14------------------| B|--3---3-3----3------15----15-15------15------------------| G|--2----------2------14---------------14------------------| D|--0----------0------12---------------12------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------|
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