Sifting through leaves and I think I found my favorite
Pressed it down in a book so I'll never forget
Ghosts take hold of the wind
Take me places that I haven't been in years
Take my fears, let them go
Oh I don't want to be your ghost
If I dream of you [A7would you [A7think of me?
The way I believed at fourteen
Superstition [C7]proved to [C7]be [Am]crippling
Not knowing is its own ɾelief
But whatever I do
My thoughts lead me back to [C7]you [A7and [Bm]the joys of naïveté
Maybe [Am]I'll make it back someday
Blue Jay
Oh, brilliance is borderline emptiness
When it comes to [C7]our past we see nothing but good
But the future we need isn't only a fearful uncertainty
Take my [A]fears, make me bold
I don't want you [A7to [C7]be [Am]my [A]ghost
If I dream of you [A7would you [A7think of me the way I believed at fifteen
Superstition [C7]proved to [C7]be [Am]crippling
Not knowing is its own ɾelief
But whatever I do
My thoughts lead me back to [C7]you [A7and [Bm]the joys of naïveté
Maybe [Am]I'll make it back someday
Blue Jay
Knowing all [Em]that could be [Am]and [Bm]not be
Brings me to [C7]only memories
Or don't you [A7agree?
Oh, the energy just seems to [C7]cripple me
If we open our eyes, though, we might finally see
Even at 32 degrees you [A7just may find ɾelief at a warming sun
If I dream of you [A7would you [A7think of me
The way I believed at sixteen
Superstition [C7]proved to [C7]be [Am]crippling
Not knowing is its own ɾelief
But whatever I do
My thoughts lead me back to [C7]you [A7and [Bm]the joys of naïveté
Maybe [Am]I'll make it back someday
Blue Jay
