Am  F  C  Am  F  C  Am  F  C

[Verse 1]
           Am         F               C
If there's time, I'll meet you by the old tree
           Am              F             C
We've been handed down the notice of the fall
         Am              F
There is little on the hillside
       C                             Am   F  C
But we have another chance to see it all


[Verse 2]
      Am              F             C
In my pockets, I will carry all the true things
           Am             F                C
Leaves and marbles, paper plans and subway fare
         Am                     F
With our keys strung around our necks
           C                                    Am
And sweaty thread on dusty shoe soles, we'll be there


[Interlude]
C  G  F     Am  F  C


[Verse 3]
           Am                 F                C
Start with stories and you'll tell them as you once did
       Am                F              C
When I smile beneath the surface like a wave
        Am               F                 C
And the spring inside my step when I would see you
                      Am    F  C
That is not here to behold


[Verse 4]
       Am               F               C
In the distance, we can see the torches coming
          Am               F               C
Strapping years and more importance on our backs
        Am             F
And the dark is just between us
       C                               Am   F  C
Oh, to see your face again, I'm struggling