(D)(Ooh,

(D)ooh,

(G)ooh.)

The dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up,

heart sick, we nurse a long the way we picked up.

You may not see it when it’s (G)stick ing to your skin, but we’re (Em7)bet ter off for all that we let in.

We’ve lost friends and loved ones much too young,

with so much prom ise and work left un done,

when all that guards us is a sin gle cen ter line and the (Em7)bru tal (D)cross ing (G)o ver (A)when it’s time.

(D)(Ooh, Well, I don’t know where it all be gins,

ooh, and I don’t know where it all will end;

ooh.) we’re bet ter off for all that we let in.

One day, those tough ies will be with ered up and bent,

the (Dmaj9)fa ther, son, and the ho ly war riors, and the Pres i dent,

with (Gsus)glo ry days of put up dukes for all the world to see, beat en (Em7)in to sub mis sion in the (A)name of the free.

But we’re in an ev o lu tion, I have heard it said.

And (Dmaj9)ev ’ry one’s so bus y now, but do we move a head?

Plan ets hurl ing and at oms split ting and a (Em7)sweat er for your love you (A)sit there (D)knit ting.

(Ooh, Well, I don’t know where it all be gins,

ooh, and I don’t know where it all will end;

ooh.) we’re bet ter off for all that we let in.

You see those (Gmaj7)cross es on the side of the road

(D)or tied with (Gmaj7)rib bons in the me di an,

they make me grate ful I can go this mile,

lay me down at night and wake me up a gain.

Kat writes a po em and she sticks it on my truck;

(Dmaj9)we don’t be lieve in war and we don’t be lieve in luck.

The (Gsus)birds were call ing to her; what were they say ing as the (Em7)gate blew (D)o pen and the (G)tops of the (A)trees were (D)sway ing?

I pass the cem e ter y, walk my dog down there.

I read the names in stone and I (G)say a si lent prayer.

When I get home, you’re cook ing (G)sup per on the stove,

and the (Em7)great est gift of life is (A)to know love.

(Ooh, Well, I don’t know where it all be gins,

ooh, and I don’t know where it all will end;

ooh.) we’re bet ter off for all that we let (D)in.