G# Fm A#m F# x2 G# Fm Found a place nothingʼs ever there A#m F# made a little space big enough to pitch a tent G# Fm a hideaway I hadnʼt ever gone A#m F# ʼtil I whacked my way under the overgrowth G# Fm I found a place I found a place C# A#m I found a place I whacked my way G# Fm and looking back to discover my tracks A#m F# dirty hands and light through the branches G# G# Emaj7 D# x2 G# C# found myself a breathing place G# C# got room to stand up straight G# Cm D# and if I wanna lay around I can C# G# find way to pass the time C# G# flat down or on my side Emaj7 D# and in a while I close my eyes F# F# B B C# C# C# C# F# you can B you can C# come on C# (NO Vocals) F# you can be too rich B and you can be too thin C# and you can take it with you C# wherever you go F# you must talk to stangers B when you visit a new park C# you might ask the park ranger C# where you should park F# you can be too rich B and you can be too thin C# and you can take it with you C# F# the things that you learn
