Cosmic queries chords and lyrics - WILLIS EARL BEAL

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[Intro 1]
[D][G][D][G]
[D]
[D][D]
[G]That [D]Ground station

[Verse 1]
[B]
wagon [D]rolls along
Through effervescent morning
[C]air[D][C#][G]
The [D]rimless tires,
they are spinning [G]strong
The faded crescent [D]hanging
[Bm]up there[B][Bm][D]
Tears [B]are [G]flowing down
[D]my [G]che[C]eks
While [G]I'm hanging [B]out of the back
[D]We are[D] traveling beyond the week
The line between [B]can[D]'t be in[G]tact
Sap[D]phire melts [B]into [D]fluorescent gold
Behind evergreens grown in the grove
While in another place,
there's another [G]face
Feeling [C]warm from an antique
[D]stove[D][G][D]
Oatmeal with [B]cinnamon and [D]butter
Boiling low upon the flame
Allowing zeal [B]to be [D]the[G] gutter,
[D]Car[G]ver of our[G] wooden fra[D]me.
[G][D][D][G][D]
[D]Cosmic queries [B]clean the clock[D]s
Of the ticks and of the tocks
Running rampant [B]from [D]the feast
To the never local rocks
She is [G]smiling [D]on [G]the[D] roof
With [D]her hand [G]out [D]to ward the edge
So [D]beguiling [G]yet [D]aloof
She [D]will draw [G]you [D]to [G]the ledge
[D]With her[G] hai[D]r lik[B]e bla[D]ck crow feathers,
her face an orb of ivory
Her skin it blends into the background
of some vacant reverie
She can [G]see throughout the [D]city
from [G]eyes of old or eyes [D]of young
A breath is coursing through the air
And in each [G]an [D]d every lung
The sky marsh[B]mallow, melted white
[D]Swirling above the metro grey
Muted mayhem takes the night
Where solitary stroll astray
Sleep is stalling, listless loo
And [C#]dreamy emmy ir[D]is too
[D]Smokin' squares beside the plumb
With nothing better said to do
Cosmic [G]queries [D]clean the clocks
Of the ticks and of the tocks
Running rampant from the feast
To the never local [G]rocks[D]
[G]Tasers in the field of dreams,
[D]shock those who wander its seas.
Life so journeying for an understanding [G]goon,
labor[D]ious pondering will [B]imprison us [Bm]soon.
[D]Can we take flight?
Can we abscond?
Is there a portal left in
this foreign realm?
Is there some transcendental train
for the ones who are none?
[G]None, as in no one[G], for[D] we are nothing,
and nothing is everything.
We are her[D]oes, we are [D]fiend[G]s, in [D]this field of dream[G]s,
where the lone cherubim of exile
[D]doth [Bm]sing.
[D]We will fly this wretched war we wrought,
though presently we are hopeless, it [G]seems.
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