Capo 5th fret
C
Lets make a racket for the old and young
For the desperate souls and the lucky ones
If we get lonely, if we get lost
Lets rattle on until the wheels come off
Fumbling, tumbling, singing our songs
Making them up as were going along
Passing the guitar, passing the wine
Travelling time...
We gotta choose the weapon for the town we take
Singin' Celebrated Summer for the Quarry Lake
Magics only magic until you know the tricks
But if this aint real, I dont know what is
Shaking it, faking, never learning our lines
Making em up for the nickels and dimes
Passing the guitar, passing the wine
The skies will turn from pink to blue, the years will turn to sand
The needles drop on Husker Du, they were my favourite band
Im travelling through space and time to keep my love alive
Its 1995! I am yours and you are mine, mine, mine!
Every young band wants to build The Wall
But a real rock records like a wrecking ball
If anybody asks me why I came back here
Ill say, Im picking up the pieces of a broken year
Wondering, wandering, training my thoughts
Following, swallowing, connecting the dots
Passing the guitar, passing the wine
lots
The skies will turn from pink to blue, the years will turn to sand
The needles drop on Husker Du, they were my favorite band
Im traveling through space and time to keep my love alive
Its 1995! I am yours and you are mine,mine, mine!
You're mine, mine, mine...
Open G chords: (12 string enters at "the skies...")