Traveling Song Ukulele chords by Ryn Weaver

F                           Am            C                   F
Oh, father time That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
Am                            C                        F
We dance a borrowed chick while hiding from the fine
Am           C                 F        Am            C
Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine, hmm
Dm                                                         G
Nobody knows where they are going Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
C                                              Am
Over the edge of all our knowings Be it a bang or the divine
Dm                                                         G
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing I've never been one for goodbyes
C                                             C                         Am
So, 'till I meet you there, I'm singing a traveling song to ease the ride
G                                                                C
And so you know, everywhere I roam I'll see you on the road, ooh-ooh
F                                               Am                           C
Oh, I take it in vain All the plans and moves that we made Half a heart is aching to grow
 Am                           C
Soulmates aren't just lovers you know? I know, I know
F                                                      Am                 C                F
Your eyes are the rain, just a soul that's changin' in shape I'll be laughin' all of the way
           Am            C
Thinkin' 'bout the days, oh
Dm                                                         G
Nobody knows where they are going Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
C                                              Am
Over the edge of all our knowings Be it a bang or the divine
Dm                                                         G
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing I've never been one for goodbyes
C                                               C                     Am
So, 'till I meet you there, I'm singing traveling song to ease the ride
G                                                                C
And so you know, everywhere I roam I'll see you on the road, ooh-ooh
C

So, farewell to my friend He, who taught me to love like a beast And to feast like the queen that
he fed turtle soup Little boy from Paris to the States, check the facts That was Magical Max He was
black sheep and mischief and loved for his craft Then he told me that I was Apollo 13 On that very last day,
he said "Shoot for your dreams, little girl, to the stars," Well I'm taking you with me Now this one is ours
And I know what you'd say, you'd say "On with the show," So on we go