Logging Field Ukulele chords by Annabelle Dinda

Intro:

Em Bm C G

Verse 1:
  Em
I think I′ve gotten really good
   Bm
At watering this hollow wood
 C                        G
Imagining a tree is gonna rise
    Em
And missing is a funny thing
   Bm
Collects itself in annual rings
  C                                   G
Believing well that time will make us wise

    Em
But emerging from a fog revealed
    Bm
I'm standing in a logging field
    C                                 G
And time just made me see what isn′t there
   Em
Is someone real if they're unclear?
    Bm
Can you be gone when you weren't here?
   C                             G
Am I allowed to grieve the empty air?

Chorus 1:
            Bm                C
And it′s a skill I′ve come to question
        Bm                  C
It is a skill I don't wanna learn
           A            C
Building a future off a suggestion
         Bm            C
Basing a life off of a word
         Bm            C
Living a life off of a word

Verse 2:
    Em
I′d say I felt it coming fast
    Bm
But pains of now are always past
    C                                 G
And no one can predict the way things fall
    Em
And missing is a boundless trap
    Bm
You learn to love around a gap
       C                               G
Still, pieces of you live there in the vault

        Em
But our bodies weren't built for grief
    Bm
All primal screams then quick relief
      C
We′re built to chop the wood
            G
And start a fire
    Em
And as I watch the branches catch
     Bm
What once was shade becoming ash
  C                        G
I wonder, am I also on the pyre?

Chorus 2:
           Bm            C
And it's a fear I end up living
        Bm                   C
It is a fear I don′t want to earn
           A
You had to go
                C
But I'm the one missing
           Bm
You had to go
                C
But I'm the one burned
          Bm
I let you go
                C
And I′m the one burned

Bridge:
Em                 A
Smoke always rises straight from the source
C                 G
Nothing surprises me anymore
Em                   A
Smoke always latches onto my hair
C                   Cm
We are just matches catching on air

Chorus 3:
              Bm              C
And there′s a field somewhere within me
        Bm                         C
An open field where things used to grow
             A
Pain I can't take
               C
It never quite kills me
              Bm                     C
It leaves the space for what I don′t know
              Bm                     C
It leaves the space for what I don't know