Delivery Delayed
Stan Rogers
Gmaj7 : 554000 D : 004232 Dmaj7 : 054222 A : 002220 A#(dim) : 012020 Bm : 024432 G : 550003 G/F# : 450003 Em : 222000 A7 : 002020 D(sus4) : 005232 Em/F# : 422000 C : 032010 Bb6 : 013030 A#(dim) : 013033 How early is be-ginning__ From when is there a soul__ Do we disco-ver living__ Or_ somehow_ are_ we told__ In sudden pain in empty cold_ in blinding light of day_ We're given breath and it takes our breath a-way_ How cruel to unformed fancy__ The way in which we come__ Overwhelmed by feeling__ And sudden loss of love__ And what price dark confining pain_ the hardest to forgive_ When all at once we're called upon to live__ And by giant hand we're taken__ From the shelter of the womb__ That dreaded first horizon__ The endless empty room__ Where communion is lost forever_ when a heart first beats alone_ Still_ it remembers_ no matter how it's grown_ We grow____ but grow a-part_ We live____ but more a-lone_ The more to be_ the more to see____ To cry aloud that we are free_ To hide our ancient fear(s) of being alone______ And how_ we live_ in darkness_ Embracing spiteful cold_ Refusing any answers_ For no man can be told_ That Delivery is delayed until at last we're made aware______ (silence_) And first reach for love_ to find 'twas always there____ (ralentissement)