WHITE OWL RED

Lyrics

Existential Frontiers Copyright all rights reserved JJMcManus 3-2-18


G C G
There ain’t no simple technical solutions

G F C G
No white man lone ranger with a silver bullet set to use
G C G
Ain’t no one here with the almighty answers

G F C G
Just going to have shuffle through the pitch dark in my old leather boots

G C G


I got this achy lead weight of a feeling
G F C G
A blind man could see that everybody else here does too
G C G
Got this scratch in my mind won't leave me alone suspicion
G F C G
We’re gonna see the ceiling cave in before this old train gets through



D G

Oh the worlds changing too fast
D G

It’s like trying to hold onto Cash
D G

Seems like all the problems I got now they are wicked
D F C G
The tin man mistook his plans for the truth
D F C G
The stakes they’ve gotten so high there’s nothing to lose
D F C G
The only thing left up my sleeve is an adaptive move



G C G

oh the moon is still high up above us
G F C G
And the dirt it still gets in my groove
G C G

I wish I still had the devil to blame
G F C G
But the devil she’s in this same damn situation too

G C G


Going to have to take some time some time to really listen
G F C G
Too many voices been too quiet for to long in this room
G C G

No one wants to make all these tough decisions
G F C G

But the existential frontier’s come into our living room



(Chorus)