Journey Of The Featherless Tabulatur von Cloud Cult (für Baryton)

D                A
Got myself a mission
G                A
I'm going to find heaven
D                A
I made crepe paper wings
G                           A
I think they'll carry me a while

D                 A
I left you a love poem
G                  A
The best I have written
D            A
My favorite words
G                        A
Were the ones I couldn't spell

D                   A
They say that I'm a lunatic
G                    A
They say that I am full of it
D                 A
I say that it's worth dreaming
G             A
Just for the dream of it

D              A
It's all about passion
G                 A
It's all about perception
D                    A
Don't call me on my cell phone
G                       A
'Cause there ain't no reception

          D    A  G  A
When I'm gone
          D    A  G  A
When I'm gone

D                   A
I think I'm growing feathers
G                   A
But I'm not quite sure of it
D                        A
'Cause I started getting dizzy
G        A
About a Hundred feet up

D       A
I made friends with the clouds
G       A
I made friends with the birds
D       A
If you ask a goose a question
G         A
He never shuts up

D              A
And honestly I miss you
G                      A
And I hope that you're missing me
D                      A
Cause I could use your lips on me
G                    A
And a little bit of Dramamine

D                    A
For the moment I can see
G                     A
Way better than I've ever seen
D              A
Don't sell my stuff on eBay
G              A
Cause I might need it back before I'm gone

            D    A  G  A
Before I'm gone

D            A
I'm not the kind of man
G           A
Who's into looking downward
D             A
I've drank my share of pity
G           A
From the bartender's cup

D       A
So many people
G          A
Wondering what's the right direction
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As far as I'm concerned
G            A
There's only one way up

D       A        
And my fingers, they are blisters
G       A
And my eyes, they are bullet holes
D              A
But my hearts still beating
G                A
Guess I'm pretty lucky

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

D  A   G      A
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)