I want to live

where (F)soul meets bod y

and let the sun

wrap it’s arms

a round me.

And bathe my skin in wat er cool

and cleans ing and feel,

feel what it’s like to be new.

’Cause in my head

there’s a Grey

hound sta tion

where I send my thoughts

to far off des ti na tions so (Dm)they may have a chance

of find in’ a place where they’re far more suit ed than here.

(Dm7)Ba, da, (F)ba, da, ba, (C)ba, da ba, da, ba, ba, (F)ba, da, ba, (C)ba, ba, da, ba, ba, ba, (Bb6)da, ba, (C)ba, da, ba, da, ba.

I can not guess

what we’ll dis cov er.

We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shov els but I (Dm)know our filth y hands

can wash one an oth er’s and not one speck will re main.

(Dm7)I do (F)be lieve it’s (C)true that there are roads left in both of our (C)shoes but if the si lence takes (Bb6)you then I (C)hope it takes me too.

So (Dm7)brown eyes (F)I hold you (C)near ’cause you’re the on ly song (F)I want to (C)hear.

A mel o dy soft ly (Bb6)soar ing through my at mos phere.

Where (Dm)soul meets bod y.

Where (Dm)soul meets bod y.

Where the (C)soul meets bod y.

And A mel o dy soft ly (F6)soar ing through my (F6)at mos phere.

A (F6)mel o dy soft ly (F6)soar ing through my (F6)at mos phere.

A (F6)mel o dy soft ly (F6)soar ing through my (F6)at mos phere.