=VERSE=
Stars are smiling on African plains, 
trees gently fan the over-hot sand.
A tiny young girl has gone to great pains, 
to watch the sun rising over the land.
And she sighs...

Listlessly lions swat day old flies. 
Flies that have hatched at dawn.
Nature’s the cruelest of all caretakers. 
With the dead, she decorate her lawn.
And she sighs...

A fat man is drink sweetened lemonade. 
From his porch, he admires the view.
He’s only now that his wife has left. 
He counts his gold in piles of two.
And he sighs...

=CHORUS=
	Why can’t I go to the mountian?
	Why can’t go to the sea?
        Why can’t I see the man in charge?
	Why can’t I live only for me?

=BREAK=
        In the eye of the storm, your choices are none.
	You can look where you want, but you won’t find the sun.
	You can walk in a way that you did not intend, 
	But you may understand when you reach the end.

VERSE
E A  E-B E
E A  E    B 
A E F#m C#m
A B F#m E 

CHORUS
A E B E
A E F#m B
A E F#m C#m
E A F#m E

BREAK
C#m G#m
B F#m
C#m G#m
B C#m-F#m-E

# copyright Joe Johnston