The Chapel

C F C Where do snails go during the day? Am F C They’re probably somewhere playing video games F C I’m sad they feel the need to go away F C Go away C C C F C Where’s the chapel where the mantis pray? Am F C The leaves grow green then fall away F C F C F In reddish shades that crumple under six long legs G C Leading me along F G Am The children sing a song F G Am And I’d like to turn around F G C F C But I know I’m not that strong F C G Am E7 I’m missing a house that I’ve never called home F C F Am E7 I’m missing a time that I-I-I-I-I’ve never known F C G Am E7 I remember a tree, had a whole leaf of my own F C F C But now we’re reaching spring. Was it just a dream? I don’t know F C I don’t know F C E7 What do I know? F C What do I know? F C E7 What do I know? F Fm C F C They warn of snakes in search of prey C F C The stories scare me so I stay C F C At the chapel where the mantis pray F C G C And every day they lead me along F G Am The children hum a hymn F G C And I’d like to run away F G C F C But to leave would be a sin F C G Am E7 I’m missing a house that I’ve never called home F C F Am E7 I’m missing a time that I-I-I-I-I’ve never known F C G Am E7 I remember a song, I sung along, but how did it go? F C F C E7 Well, now I’m reaching spring, probably just a dream, I should let go F C Six legs, tippy tappy toes G Am E7 Climbing to the podium on Sunday F C I was a tadpole at the time F Am E7 So I don’t remember much about what he had to say F C Faces, beady little eyes G Am E7 Larva always cries, beetle does the same F C Now it remains a dream F Am E7 A distant memory that itches my brain F C Six legs, tippy tappy toes G Am E7 Climbing to the podium on Sunday F C I was a tadpole at the time F Am E7 So I don’t remember much about what he had to say F C Faces, beady little eyes G Am E7 Larva always cries, beetle does the same F C Now it remains a dream F Am E7 A distant memory that itches my brain F C Now it remains a dream F Am E7 A distant memory that itches my brain F* C* Now it remains a dream F* C* A distant memory that itches my brain