| C | |
| There's a place up ahead and I'm goin' |
| G | G7 | C | |
| just as fast as my | feet can | fly. |
| C | |
| Come away, come away if you're goin', |
| G | G7 | C | |
| leave the sinkin' | ship be | hind. |
| F | C | G7 | |
| C'mon the | risin' | wind, |
| F | C | G | G7 | |
| we're | goin' up a | round the | bend. Wh | oooh. |
| Bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettin's good. |
| Hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood. |
| C'mon the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. |
| You can ponder perpetual motion, fiz your mind for a crystal day. |
| Always time for a good conversation, there's an ear for what you say. |
| C'mon the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. |
| Catch a ride to the end of the highway and we'll meet by the big red tree. |
| There's a plca up ahead and I'm goin', come along, come along with me. |
| C'mon the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. |