The Pit

  D
I would rather stay here
                                Bm
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines

It shines on you
      G   A         D
It lights up your eyes

( Bm  A  G )
( Bm  A  G )

Bm               A              G
Sitting here all by ourselves, counting all the people
        Bm       A              G
As they pass us by
        Bm              A
They gather all around, stare on down
        G     D    Em
Into a dark, dark, pit
      Bm A             G
Don't go, please don't go
          Bm               A
But they step on in, they fall all in
       G
They walk all over you
 Bm                       A                    G      D      Em
One step at a time they walk in a line down a false, false, hope

                     D
I would rather stay here
                                Bm
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines

It shines on you
     G    A        D
It lights up your eyes
                     D
I would rather stay here

Where the moon, it glows
Bm
Soaring doves and falling crows
   G             A          D
Laughter is the only sound here
D             Em                 G                        D
If i had one wish, I'd fill up that pit, I'd fill up that pit
                               Em
I'd cry till it filled to the brim
                   G                      D
You'd swim to the top, and I'd grab your hand

   Bm                        A
Oh how can I, how can I convince you to stay
                  G
Where all the flowers bloom and the grass it sways
         Bm                      A
And the rain, it pours, and the waves all roar
         G
And the trees they grow, and the falling crow
       Bm             A
Soars down into that dark cold pit
          G
And you follow it in, oh you follow it in

                     D
I would rather stay here
                                Bm
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines

It shines on you
     G    A        D
It lights up your eyes
                     D
I would rather stay here

Where the moon, it glows
Bm
Soaring doves and falling crows
   G             A          D
Laughter is the only sound here
D             Em                 G                        D
If i had one wish, I'd fill up that pit, I'd fill up that pit
                               Em
I'd cry till it filled to the brim
                   G                      D
You'd swim to the top, and I'd grab your hand