G 
Once I was the youngest now the middle branch 
                          Am 
hung from the family tree 
G 
Older than my first born brother 
                                     Am 
Never made it quite to forty three 


          G               C         G            D 
So let it ring, let the bell ring out for you 
          G               C   G         D 
May it sing of your beautiful truth 
            G              C  G      D 
Take your leave on the rising tide 
        C                   D7 
Travel slow enjoy the ride 


G 
Everyone is waiting on the ticking bomb 
                               Am 
That lies beneath their skin 
G 
Nonetheless we carry on like we were born 
                           Am 
For breathing poison in 


Em                             D 
You're right where you belong 
                                Em D     C   G        D  
Beneath Blue Toowong skies cut so deep in our bones 
         Em     C       D        G 
You surround  - those of us you love