Learn About the Days

Thought I knew better, than anyone I'd known
Thought I'd seen more, than anyone I'd seen 
Thought I lived enough to have it all said
But thoughts worth writing weren't nowhere yet

Oh what a beautiful longing, oh what a beautiful tongue 
But what ɾang tɾue inside left me empty and [Bm]tɾite
Oh what a beautiful yearning, oh what a burning desire
But hard as I tɾied once outside the fire died down 
Oh all [Em]of that knowledge, the words of others that I've learnt by heart 
But I had to [C7]burn my [A]books and [Bm]forget them [A]to [C7]start 

To give life to [C7]grace 
I have to [C7]learn about the days
It is only up to [C7]me to [C7]find out what can be [Am]found
What can be [Am]found bout the beauty and [Bm]the sound there is 
On an on, what a long [Am]winding ɾoad I'll have to [C7]go down 

To see my [A]eyes finally ɾaised 
To see my [A]eyes finally gaze 
For my [A]eyes to [C7]see through the haze 
To see but a tɾace of something like [F]grace
I have to [C7]learn about the days

So that one day when I dwell with the weight of long-lost youth
And finally unburdened may find the hurt to [C7]be [Am]soothed 
That I may be [Am]certain that I left enough behind 
And that for [Dm7]my [A]mind there was [Am7]nothing more to [C7]find

And when my [A]future is nothing but my [A]past
And my [A]eyes are finally downcast
And when at death's final behest 
I lay my [A]weary head down to [C7]ɾest 
That moment may I be [Am]blessed 
With the knowledge that I did my [A]best