Departures Blue Toowong Skies

G Once I was the youngest now the middle branch (Am) hung from the family tree G Older than my first born brother (Am) Never made it quite to forty three G C G D So let it ring, let the bell ring out for you G C G D May it sing of your beautiful truth G C G D Take your leave on the rising tide C D7 Travel slow enjoy the ride G Everyone is waiting on the ticking bomb (Am) That lies beneath their skin G Nonetheless we carry on like we were born (Am) For breathing poison in Em D You're right where you belong Em D C G D Beneath Blue Toowong skies cut so deep in our bones Em C D G You surround - those of us you love