Capo 2 fret
 
[Intro] A
 
 
A                  D
  A line of strands to mark the trail
D          E            A
No one said  it would be easy
A
  I must admit
D                    D
  I thought that risk was better 
E               A
waged in younger seasons
 
 
[Refrain]
              F#m
And all these years in the cold 
     A
play hell on the throat
      D
Until everything I say 
           A
burns like cinders
 
 
[Chorus]
         A         E/Ab
But it's hard to belong 
     F#m       E
to a girl or a song
       D            E        A
In the crease of a strangling winter
      A            E/Ab
It's strange to be lost
          F#m        E
Stranger still to be lone on 
     R           E       A
the strings of a twisting line
 
 
A              D
  Along the way the 
turns are sharp
D          E
No one said  they 
         A
would be easy
A
  I must admit 
D                   D
  I thought the trip was better 
E              A
made in younger seasons
 
 
[Refrain]
              F#m
But all these years in pursuit 
       A
made a man of a fool
     D                      A
Till every word I say is on waver
 
 
[Chorus 2]
          A         E/Ab
Well it's hard to belong 
     F#m       E
To a girl or a song 
       D         E
In the case of a selfish believer
      A            E/Ab
It's strange to be lost 
 F#m              E
Stranger still to belong on 
     D           E       A
the strings in a twisting line 
 
 
[Interlude] B - E - E - F# - B
 
 
(Repeat Chorus 2)
 
 
[Outro]
A              E/Ab       F#m
  And when the path I have made 
         E           D
From the grass to the grave
       E        A
I will love you still
A              E/Ab         F#m
  And when the sand turns to glass 
               E          D
And all that's left is the past
       E        A(hold)
I will love you still