Until It Lands Part I
Tyson MotsenbockerVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
Down the coast in little mexico
Is where I hid from your disease
My little sister moved back home from the city
And it rained and rained and rivers ran the streets
You told me dying is not what people think
Not like an ending in the books we love to read
It's more like finding that the ocean meets the sea
and there's no line, in between
I still need you
We still need you
From Coulee dam to the plains in Wyoming
Australia is reeling in back far in your wake
and at our house the coyotes are howling
wondering if this would be the end of roads
At 23 you rode your bike from Seattle
over to Boston at the age that I am now
I still remember the evening that your mother died
You were talking to your sister by the stairs.
I still need you
We still need you
1964 you lost your father
to a drunken handed man behind the wheel
And now I'm wrestling with a drunken handed God
waving bullets at the best person I know
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Readable chord sheet for Until It Lands Part I by Tyson Motsenbocker
[Am] [C/G] [F] [Am]Down the co[G]ast in li[C/G]ttle mexi[F]co [Am]Is where I[C] hid from [G]your disease [Am]My little s[G]ister mov[C/G]ed back h[F]ome from the city [Am]And it rain[G]ed and ra[F]ined and rivers ran the streets You told me dying is not what people think Not like an ending in the books we love to read It's more like finding that the ocean meets the sea and there's no line, in between [D]I stil[F]l need you [D]We st[F]ill need you From Coulee dam to the plains in Wyoming Australia is reeling in back far in your wake and at our house the coyotes are howling wondering if this would be the end of roads At 23 you rode your bike from Seattle over to Boston at the age that I am now I still remember the evening that your mother died You were talking to your sister by the stairs. I still need you We still need you 1964 you lost your father to a drunken handed man behind the wheel And now I'm wrestling with a drunken handed God waving bullets at the best person I know