How Little That Matters

Written November 2012

Tab C (G, capo 5)

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all the prizes we once sought,
possessions that we sold and bought
are lost or broken, tossed or boxed away, with the status we enjoyed,
the tools and power we employed
all join the ranks of things that never stay..
+++ now it’s clear, how little that matters,
+++ how little that means at the end of the day,
+++ while we’re here, let’s throw on our tatters,
+++ we’ll shake off our cares, and waltz on our way,
+++ how little that matters..

in my hometown on tall brick walls
stand faded signs of stores that closed,
still selling stuff that’s long since disappeared, while fliers taped to street lamp poles
sing muffled songs of long-past shows,
I knew that band, they haven’t played in years..
+++ now it’s clear, how little that matters,
+++ how little that means at the end of the day,
+++ while we’re here, we’ll throw on our tatters,
+++ shake off our cares, and waltz on our way,
+++++ open as a baby’s cry,
+++++ waving as they all fly by,
+++++ the few we mark,
+++++ how many we let slide..

I know a man who I’d call wise,
he dedicated his whole life
to mastering the instrument he plays, but he believes, for all his skill,
a single broken note is still
enough to shake our sleeping hearts awake..
+++ all our fears, how little they matter,
+++ how slight they appear in the light of the day,
+++ while we’re here, let’s throw on our tatters,
+++ we’ll shake off our cares, and waltz on our way,
+++ how little that matters..

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