Traveling Song taby ukulele według Ryn Weaver

D
Oh father time
           F#m                 A              D
That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
             F#m               A                D
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine
            F#m      A                D       A
Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine


        Bm
Nobody knows where they are going
            E
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
          A  
Over the edge of all our knowings
         F#m
Be it a bang of the divine
           Bm
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
            E
I've never been on for goodbyes
            A
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
             F#m                              D
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know


              E
Everywhere I roam
                      A
I'll see you on the road


      D
Oh, I take it in vain,
                    F#m
All the plans and moves that we made
A                D
Half a heart is aching to grow
                       F#m
Soulmates aren't just lovers, you know
   A                D
I know I know your eyes are the rain
                    F#m
Just a soul that's changing it's shape
 A                D
I'll be laughing all of the way
                    F#m     A
Thinking 'bout the days



        Bm
Nobody knows where they are going
            E
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
          A  
Over the edge of all our knowings
         F#m
Be it a bang of the divine
           Bm
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
            E
I've never been on for goodbyes
            A
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
             F#m                              D
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know


              E
Everywhere I roam
                      A
I'll see you on the road


      A               A
So, farewell to my friend

(A Cappella)
He who taught me to love like a beast
 
and to feast like the queen 

that he fed turtle soup

Little boy from Paris 

to the states, check the facts 

That was Magical Max

He was black sheep

and mischief

and love for his craft


And he told me that I was Apollo 13

on that very last day

He said shoot for your dreams 

little girl To the stars

Well, I'm taking you with me

now this one is ours

And I know what you'd say

you'd say, "On with the show!"

So on we go...