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)