Tom: Am Am Am/G Fm7/5- F7+ G Am Am/G Fm7/5- F7+ Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird with broken wings At times I dread my now and envy where I've been But that's when quiet wisdom takes control At least I've got a story no one's told G Am I finally learned to say Am/G F Whatever will be will be G Am I've learned to take Am/G F G The good, the bad and breathe Am Am/G 'Cause although we like F D To know what life's got planned Am F G No one knows if shooting stars will land Am Am/G Fm7/5- F7+ G These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow 'Cause that's when fears will usually lead you blind But now I try to under-analyse G Am I finally learned to say Am/G F Whatever will be will be G Am I've learned to take Am/G F G The good, the bad and breathe Am Am/G 'Cause although we like F D To know what life's got planned Am Am/G F G No one knows if shooting stars will land G# Bb C Is the rope I walk wearing thin? Is the life I love caving in? G# Bb Is the weight on your mind G# Bb C A heavy black bird caged inside? Am Am/G Fm7/5- F7+ G Say Whatever will be will be Am Am/G F Take The good, the bad Just breathe C G 'Cause although we like F D To know what life's got planned C G F No one knows if shooting stars will land G Bm I finally learned to say Bm/A G Whatever will be will be A Bm I've learned to take Bm/A G A The good, the bad and breathe Bm Bm/A 'Cause although we like G E To know what life's got planned Bm Bm/A G A Thing like that are never in your hands No one knows if shooting stars will land I finally learned to say Am/G F Whatever will be will be G Am I've learned to take Am/G F G The good, the bad and breathe Am Am/G 'Cause although we like F D To know what life's got planned Am Am/G F G No one knows if shooting stars will land G# Bb C Is the rope I walk wearing thin? Is the life I love caving in? G# Bb Is the weight on your mind G# Bb C A heavy black bird Whatever will be will be I learned to take The good, the bad and breathe 'Cause although we like To know what life's got planned Thing like that are never in your hands No one knows if shooting stars will land