Hell On The Throat

B E A line of strands to mark the trail E F# B No one said it would be easy B I must admit E E I thought that risk was better F# B waged in younger seasons G#m And all these years in the cold B play hell on the throat E Until everything I say B burns like cinders B F#/Bb But it's hard to belong G#m F# to a girl or a song E F# B In the crease of a strangling winter B F#/Bb It's strange to be lost G#m F# Stranger still to be lone on R F# B the strings of a twisting line B E Along the way the turns are sharp E F# No one said they B would be easy B I must admit E E I thought the trip was better F# B made in younger seasons G#m But all these years in pursuit B made a man of a fool E B Till every word I say is on waver B F#/Bb Well it's hard to belong G#m F# To a girl or a song E F# In the case of a selfish believer B F#/Bb It's strange to be lost G#m F# Stranger still to belong on E F# B the strings in a twisting line (Repeat Chorus 2) B F#/Bb G#m And when the path I have made F# E From the grass to the grave F# B I will love you still B F#/Bb G#m And when the sand turns to glass F# E And all that's left is the past F# B(hold) I will love you still