Lyrics
Wait ing for the (G6)bus stop,
wait ing for the con crete (G6)black top
to set tle down
long e nough to me to (G6)get off
and get a (A)lit tle ground.
Read y for the (G6)sea change,
help less; felt this (G6)com ing from a (D)mile a way.
And now you’re look ing at (G6)me, babe,
and how we’ll sep a rate if we can.
’Cause I still count on one hand
the (D)num ber of good men I know.
It’s like I’m (D)stand ing on the edge of just a (Em7)tel e phone wire, try ing to (Cmaj13)get to you first to say the (Gsus2)world’s on fire;
hold ing my breath un til I (Em7)know you’re al right, be cause the (Cmaj13)wa ter will on ly rise.
When will you (G)re al (D)ize: You must be come an is land.
You must be come an is land.
You must be come an is land
and (Cmaj13)see for your self,
that’s what I am.
You al ways dir ty up the (G6)win dows.
If you (Em)keep ’em that dir ty that way, no one’s (G6)gon na sur prise you by get ting too close.
An y bod y but (G6)me, though.
You’ve made ex (A)cep tions to your rules,
and now we’re (C6)star ing down truth
nei ther (Bm)one of us wants
to know.
It’s like I’m (Cmaj13)see for your self, the hor (G)i zon is all we have.
And (Cmaj13)see for your self, the hor (G)i zon is all we (D)have.
Hold ing my breath un til I (Em7)know you’re al right, be cause the (Cmaj13)wa ter will on ly rise.
Islands by Sara Bareilles
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Easy piano arrangement in the key of D at 80 BPM. Difficulty: hard. Color-coded notes — no sheet-reading skill required.