The Grateful Dead
A, Abm, B, Bm, C, D, Dbm, E, G
Right outside this lazy summer home Ain't got time to call your solar critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate Of winter's summer home
Wondering where the nut that's winter's wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, the heart has its beaches, its
It's homeless in thoughts of its own
Awake up, discover that you are the song
And the morning rings
But the heart has its seasons
Its evenings and songs of its own
There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away
There follows his wagon, behind him that's loaded with day
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay
And night comes so quiet, it's close to the heels of the day
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
The heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own.
Wake up, discover the view of a song the morning brings.
But the heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own Sometimes we visit your country and live in your
home Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear
are just songs of our own wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own
wake up discover that you are the song in the morning brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own.