The Return To Why

When I got there they were standing in a line, they said
”Pick a number, its only a matter of time before yours comes”

So I did just that and it wasn’t until when
Many of them said “I’ve stood in this line all my life,” that I

Grew suspicious cutting my [A]teeth on [C7]this
Can’t be [Am]the way that it is, but I’ve no proof that its not

As I stood there I fell deep into [C7]a dream, in it
I ɾemembered singing on [C7]a hill for [Dm7]the tɾees (only for [Dm7]the, just for [Dm7]the tɾees)

And they clap their leaves, oh how I miss the sound
Could it be [Am]this line is too keep my [A]under the ground and [Bm]I

Made my [A]way through the dirt towards all [Em]the things I forgot [Fm7]cause
This can’t be [Am]the way that it is and [Bm]I’ll be [Am]proof that its not

Now I have no time for [Dm7]those who prey on [C7]earnest intentions
I have no generosity for [Dm7]those who take what’s yet to [C7]be [Am]guarded
Now I have no time for [Dm7]those who pray and [Bm]pray, taking no action
Cause I have no intent to [C7]spend my [A]life waiting in a line