| C | F | C | F | |
| Everything has its sea | son, | Everything has its t | ime, |
| C | F | C | G | |
| Show me a rea | son and I9ll | soon show you a | rhyme. |
| Bb | C | Am7 | |
| Cats fit on the window sill, | Children fit in the sn | ow. |
| Gm | C | |
| Why do I feel I don9t fit in anywhere I | go? |
| Chorus: |
| F | Gsus | |
| Rivers belong where they can r | amble, |
| Em | Em7 | F | |
| Eagles belong where t | hey can f | ly. |
| C | Dm | G | Am | |
| I9ve got to | be where my | spirit can run fr | ee. |
| F | C | Gm | C | |
| Got to find | my corner | of the sk | y. |
| Every man has his daydreams, Every man has his goal. People like the |
| way dreams have of sticking to the soul. Thunderclouds have their |
| lightening. Nightingales have their song. And don9t you see I want my |
| life to be something more than long? |
| Chorus |
| So m any men seem destined to settle for something small, but I won9t |
| rest until I know I9ll have it all. So don9t ask where I9m going, but |
| listen when I9m gone. And far away you9ll hear me singing softly to the |
| dawn. |
| Chorus |