INTRO F Gm Dm (C) VERSE 1 F Gm Dm I can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should run I thought that everything would turn out right, now look what I’ve become A man I wouldn’t have respect for if I’d met me when I was young CHORUS Bb C Dm F Bb I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone VERSE 2 F Gm Dm Trace the roots of old cathedrals just to see where they’d go A maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never flow Pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun I thought that everything would turn out right but look what I’ve become CHORUS BRIDGE Bb Dm C Bb Dm C I will leave this firing line, I have nothing to rewind