D
What if there’s no hidden
Em
track,
F♯m
no journey there, no journey
Em
back?
The rain falls
D
down upon the same old
F♯m
grass.
The
Em
rain falls down, the
A
rain falls down,
What if there’s no secret word,
no matter what you thought you heard?
I asked the author’s son and he averred:
“no secret word, no secret word
no hidden track.”
A
But my words left m
G
e, and my heart it just went
D
slack,
it just went
F♯m
slack
A
when I saw it pass
G
ing,
because what if it can’t come
D
back?
It can’t come
F♯m
back; there’s no hidden
Em
tra-
A
ck.
What if there’s no trap-door down?
The cold hard floor, the cold hard ground,
the cold hard car commute back into town.
No trap-door down, no trap-door down,
no hidden track.
My words left me, and my heart it just went slack,
it just went slack when I saw them passing,
because what if they can’t come back?
They can’t come back, and there’s no hidden track,
But, for all of us and all of you,
there are some things we can’t see into,
because from the other side no light shows through.
I
Em
hope that there’s a hidden track.
It feels like there’s a
Am
hidden
D
track.
D Em F♯m Em
D F♯m Em A D
D F♯m Em
A D
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