Leave taby ukulele według Tragically Hip

D                 D
Do you mean the attack is routine?'
  E               B
A bird asked of a bird
   D               D 
In this context, a concave nest,
E                  B
How do we learn to hurt?'

D, E, B

D                      D
Do you mean there's no variation?
         E              B
Watching a dog charge a flock
   D                  D
Of birds exploding in congregation
E                B
Why plan when we stop?
D              D
I dunno... but why suppose
     E                     B
It's not the way it should be?
             D
When you can fly above

The great waiting list,
       E
As the crow implies,
   B
We won't be missed,

D      E
We can leave. x3


G, D, F#m, G


       A                       A
It's a routine flight for this bird tonight
        A                            A
There's more worms than earth in the afterlife
          A
Where the blind feed the blind,
A 
Whispering things like
 F#m                G
'On the money' and 'Bullseye'
A                A
She picks up the little leaves
      A                A
Where human wrecks are left to seed
A                     A
Left to repaint their deities
    F#m                   G
And plaster away at their villainies
              E             B
Where there's love, there's hope

    D                 D
And do you hope those earthbound poets
      E                        B
Could learn to sing as good as us?
D                      D
So we can sit back and enjoy our illusions
E           B
And our quietus?

D                        D
Well I don't know... but why suppose
     E                     B
It's not the way it should be?
             D
When you can squawk
             D
And wait for word from above
    E                    B
And change yourself into something you love

D        E
When you leave? x3