D G
What the hell is this?
D
You said, "It's art, just fucking mirror it."
G
Where did we go wrong?
A
If not here, where do we belong?
G
In a shot of sun off an airplane far above her?
A
In the glint of a foot-burnished manhole cover?
G
In a light, a sign of one kind or another?
D
In the gleaming eye of a fighter or a lover?
G
Sitting here at the Hortons,
A D
so you know this is important.
G
If not here, then where?
A
https://www.coveralia.com/acordes/vancouver-divorce-gordon-downie.php
If not now, then when?
G
When a feather's an immovable force?
A
When the stampede's an obstacle course?
G
When Ancient Train has hit Ol' Transient Horse?
D
When we're a Vancouver divorce?
Now that we've hammered the last spike
and we've punched the railroad through,
thought there'd be more to say,
thought there'd be more to do.
I love your paintings -- don't take your colours away.
I've grown more fearful of them every day.
Swimming up their dark rivers to discover your source,
a source of strange and unrequited remorse.
And I found the end of the world, of course,
but it's not the end of the world, of course.
It's just a Vancouver divorce.
It's just a Vancouver divorce.
