mandala from Dynamite Stick by the New Messengers

Mandala words/music: C. Fraher

D

Bm A G
V1 At the first light of day,

D A
You started to go, I thought I was dreaming.

Bm A G
Then it hit me so hard,

D A G
Like truckers on speed, devouring the highway.

Bm A G D
V2 As the time marches on, it softens the burn,

A
You could have been Nero.

Bm A G D
Now a uselessness hangs on every word,

A G
We traded in earnest.

G F#m
BR Somebody told me once, that all that’s great is fleeting,

Em D
And nothing lasts that’s any good.

G F#m
So while we’re waiting here, for this greatness to appear,

F#m D
Let’s thank ourselves for even trying.
Bm A
Even trying, even trying

F#m G F#m G F#m G F#m A

D G D G ...

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