PineTtrees

C You can walk in the pine trees G You can sit down Am G You can hold the earth in your hands C You can run from all this G You can go the long way Am G You can carry my weight the whole way down F Am As the crow flies straight C G Holds me in his gaze F Am As he rises to his fate C G We can do the same F Am I try not to visualize other people's eyes G And their compromising ways F And as I leave them far behind Am G I try to hide the route of my escape (Plays D by sliding C shape up two frets) C You can sit in the pine trees G You can feel at home Am G You can breathe a sigh of silence in the woods C You can bawl your heart out G Make your feelings known Am G Things the grass already knows F Am As the crow flies straight C G Holds me in his gaze F Am As he rises to his fate C G We can do the same F Am I try not to visualize other people's eyes G And their compromising ways F And as I leave them far behind Am G I try to hide the route of my escape