Tone:
Capo:
Fingerpicking/Strumming pattern:
[(G] [D/F#] [Em7] [Caad9]
Verse 1:
Why do I cry seeing
this kind of light in your face
Why do people fly away
In these times
Where we're just learning to paint
Chorus:
Our own canvas, can't have us now
will my tears only drown
Do I seek to be found?
Will they hear all the sound
that I make when I cry
Verse 2:
My sister I'm sorry I can't
be there to apprise
that I truly care
Tho I rarely say it sometimes
Oh why do people pass away
In these times
where we're just learning to weigh
Chorus:
Our own baggage, no adage
will ever try to make things
better, still fettered from
all of you oh I can't not to can't
miss you so
[Em7]Brid[Caad9]Bridge: [G] [D/F#]
On my way home
Unbeknown to my hands
that I'll write you this song-
write you this poem for I saw
Your eyes, they won't dry
Therein lies all the words that
he left for the very last time)