[Intro] D G
D
G
I've always been young at heart
D
Right from the very start
G
Dreaming of where wild things are
D
And hitching my wagon to stars
Bm A
I'm pinching my hands 'til I'm sure that I'm still alive
G F#m (A)
Watching the sand slip through my fingers, I've been
Bm A
Abandoning safe bets for fleeting highs
G D
Hoping the ocean won't take what's materialized too soon
G
I've always been an old soul
D
Empty has always been full
G
Lost is my own kind of found
D
And silence, my favorite sound