| G | C | G | C | G | C | G |
| Verse |
| Am | C | G | |
| My | someday | coming | child, |
| Am | C | D | |
| I | name and | I re- | name you. |
| G | Am | C | D | |
| I | make up memor | ies for | you |
| G | C | D | Am | C | D | |
| of | melodies and | friends from | books I | wanted to | give you |
| Am | C | G | D | |
| And | horse and | buggy | sounds out | side. |
| CHORUS |
| G | C | G | |
| But of the | someday coming | world, |
| D | G | |
| I don't | know, I don't | know. |
| C | D | |
| There is | so much I would | keep you from |
| Am | C | G | |
| If I, | if I | could. |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G |
| Verse |
| Am | C | G | |
| The | heroes, | selfish | fools - |
| Am | C | D | |
| They | only | want their | freedom. |
| G | Am | C | D | |
| The | hero- | maker's | greed pre | vails. |
| G | C | D | |
| And | we are all shock | numb |
| Am | C | D | |
| And | watch the | shock in | creasing. |
| Am | C | G | D | |
| And | shame is | something | old, out | grown. |
| CHORUS |
| G | C | G | |
| 4X |
| Verse |
| C | D | |
| Oh, | maybe you won't | see |
| Am | C | D | |
| My | too self- | conscious | stumblings, |
| G | Am | C | |
| My | running | from the phone | , |
| D | |
| My | fears |
| Chorus-ish |
| G | C | G | |
| Because I | can be very | strong. |
| D | G | |
| Say I | can, say I | can. |
| Am | C | G | |
| There is | so much | to believe | in. |
| Am | C | G | |
| There are | angel | words to teach | you. |
| C | D | |
| There is | hope, my daydream | child. |
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