Standard (EADGBE)
To my mother,
I'll be sorry that I gotta go
To my brother,
I'll be sorry that I gotta go
To you I wish that I could say,
I wish you well
But I think I'll be waiting
until
I'm honestly able.
I'm sure
the air is lighter on the seas
In every city settled
far away from me
Now I'm negotiating
with the fear
That something's wrong
with the daylight here
And I can't fix it.
Crooked or kind,
if I'm free, if I'm fine
Either way,
whatever I do
Whichever coast,
there'll be room there for ghosts
Either way,
I'll be thinking of you.
When gone I have sworn
that I will worry not
Of satisfaction, justice,
or the will of God
I'm not sure
there's any difference in the three
Whatever the conscience
decrees
I hope we both feel right.
Crooked or kind,
if I'm free, if I'm fine
Either way,
whatever I do
Whichever coast,
there'll be room there for ghosts
Either way,
I'll be thinking of you.
(repeat chorus)