Young Pilgrims The Shins
[Bm]A cold and wet[F] November d[A]awn [Bm]
and there are no [F]barking sparrows [A] [Bm]
just empt[F]iness to dwell upon. [A]
[Bm]I fell[F] into a w[A]inter slide [Bm]
and ended up the [F]kind of kid who goes [A]down chutes too narrow [Bm]
just eki[F]ng out my measly pipe. [A]
But I[G] learned fast h[D]ow to keep my h[A]ead up 'cause[D] I [G]
know there is thi[D]s side of [F]me that [A] [G]
wants to grab [D]the yoke from[A] the pilot and just [D] [G]
fly the whol[D]e mess into the se[F]a. [A]
[Bm]Another slo[F]w train to th[A]e coast [Bm]
some brand new gory art f[F]rom way on high [A] [Bm]
I [F]sink and then I swim all night. [A]
[Bm]I watch the ice[F] melt on the[A] glass [Bm]
while the eloque[F]nt young pilgrims pas[A]s [Bm]
and lea[F]ve behind their trail [C]
imploring us all not to fail. [A]
[G]Of course I was raised[D] to gather co[A]urage from[D] those [G]
lofty ta[D]les so tried[F] and true [A] [G]
if you're able[D], I'd s[A]uggest[D] it 'cause this [G]
modern though[D]t can get the best of you. [F] [A]
[Bm]This rather sim[D]ple epitaph can save your [G]hide, your fal[F]ling mind [C] [A]
[Bm]fate isn't w[D]hat we're up against there's no design, n[G]o fla[F]ws to find [C] [A]
there's no [G]design[F], no flaws to [C]find. [A]
But [G]I learned fast h[D]ow to keep my he[A]ad up 'caus[D]e I [G]
know I got [D]this side of[F] me that [A]
[G]wants to grab[D] the yoke fro[A]m the pilot and jus[D]t [G]
fly the who[D]le mess into the s[F]ea. [A]
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