| F | |
| The sun reflected in |
| G | |
| The | back of my eye. |
| F | G | |
| I knocked my head against the | sky. |
| Ab | C | |
| The dragonflies are busy buzzing | me. |
| Ab | C | |
| A seahorse as if we were in the s | ea. |
| F | |
| Half way from coal |
| G | |
| Half way from | diamond. |
| F | G | |
| My fall knocked a mean chip out of | me. |
| Ab | C | |
| Gathering as far as I can | reach. |
| Ab | |
| Perched up on a precipice |
| C | |
| And | this is what I've seen. |
| G | |
| This is all I want, |
| F | C | |
| It's all I | need. |
| G | |
| This is all I am. |
| F | C | |
| It's every | thing, |
| G | |
| This is all I want |
| F | C | |
| It's all I | need |
| A bluejay hectors from the felled Catalpa tree. |
| Doctorate in science and a theologians dream |
| The dragonflies are trying to lecture me. |
| The seahorses as if we were in the sea. |
| But this is all I want, |
| It's all I need. |
| This is all I am, |
| It's everything. |
| This is all I want, |
| It's all I need. |
| F | |
| Beat a drum for me |
| G | |
| Like a butterfly wing. |
| F | |
| Tropical storm across the ocean. |
| But don't explain I'm sure I'll want to know |
| Don't forget we're just half way from coal. |
| This is all I want, |
| It's all I need. |
| This is all I am, |
| It's everything. |
| This is all I want, |
| It's all I need. |