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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)