C                       F
On the northern country trail
                     C
I'm not feeling very well
                         F
As my footsteps start to fade
                           C
How my thoughts they drift away
                        F
From the tunnels all of green
                          C
To other places that I've been
                         Am
To dark tunnels of their own
                    F
To every kiss I can recall
                          G
From the ones that were a gift
                          Am
To the ones I straight up stole

[Verse]
                       F
All the patterns in between
                          C
What's transmitted and received
                         F
All the shadows in their curl
                         C
All my footsteps they return
                       F
To the tunnels all of green
                            C
From other places that I've been
                        Am
From dark tunnels of my own
                    F
To every kiss I can recall
                          G
From the ones that were a gift
                          Am
To the ones I straight up stole