“It’s a real ly old cit y, stuck be tween the dead and the liv ing;”

so I thought to my self

sit ting on a grave yard shelf,

as the ech o of heart beats

from the ground be low my feet

filled a cem e ter y

in the cen ter of Queens.

I start ed run ning the maze of

the names and the dates; some

old er than oth ers, sky scrap ers, lit tle tomb stone broth ers.

With Man hat tan be hind her, three mil lion stun ning re mind ers

built a cem e ter y

in the cen ter of (CN.C.)Queens.

(C5)You’ve said, “Re mem ber that (Em)life is not meant to be (F)wast ed;

we can (G7sus)al ways be chas ing the sun.

So, fill up your lungs and just run,

but (G7sus)al ways be chas ing the (G7)sun.”

So how do you do it

with just words and just mu sic,

cap ture the feel ing that my earth is some bod y’s ceil ing?

Can I de liv er in sound

the weight of the ground

of a cem e ter y

in the cen ter of Queens?

There’s a his to ry through her, sent to us as a gift from the fu ture,

to show us the proof.

More than that, it’s to dare us to (G7)move,

and to o pen our eyes,

and to learn from the sky,

from the cem e ter y

in the cen ter of Queens.

(G7sus)al ways be chas ing the (G7)sun.”

All we can do

is

try

and live like we’re still

a

live.

“It’s a real ly old cit y, stuck be tween the dead and the liv ing;”

so I thought to my self

sit ting on a grave yard shelf.

And the gift of my heart beat sounds like a sym pho ny,

played by a cem e ter y

in the cen ter of Queens.

(C5)You’ve said, “Re mem ber that (Em)life is not meant to be (F)wast ed;

we can (G7sus)al ways be chas ing the sun.

So, fill up your lungs and just run,

but (G7sus)al ways be chas ing the (G7)sun.”

All we can do

is

try

and live like we’re still

a

live.

All we can do

is

try

and live like we’re still

a

live.