easy sh*t. Busy Bee CG F I could hear songs from the trees. All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me. But when I sang along, they all changed their harmonies F with hymns of persuasion, I was blown away with the leaves, G F Asus4 and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead. G F F Asus4 I an*lyzed the consequences of the future of my direction. F G C And I'll go until these bones don't go. If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest. Light will pour and rain on down as a song tied to her breath. And in her words I could see a thoughtful line, F if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime G F Asus4 that I've perpetrated, and I'm who it's against. C G Living life in constant motion F Am is the only way I'll be content. F G C And I'll go until this body doesn??t go.