Listening To Old Voices

LISTENING TO OLD VOICES by john hiatt

Transcribed by Scott Bravin

INTRO: A Bm G, 4X

THEY HAVE COME TO HAUNT THE CHILDREN, THEY HAVE COME TO WALK THE WIND

I CAN HEAR THEM AS THEY RUSTLE THROUGH THE TREES

LOOKING FOR THE LOVE THAT KILLED THEM ,SO THAT THEY MIGHT LIVE AGAIN

IT'S A SIMPLE PRAYER THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES

WITH DRUMS & BELLS & RATTLES,THEY HAVE CAUGHT US IN OUR TIME

TO WATCH THE EAGLE RISE UP FROM THE FIRE

NOW IS IT TRUE WE ARE POSSESSED BY ALL THE ONES WE LEAVE BEHIND

OR IS IT BY THEIR LIVES WE ARE INSPIRED

IT'S A NEW LIGHT,A NEW DAY, LISTENING FOR THE MEANING, LEARNING HOW TO SAY

IT'S A NEW PLACE BUT YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN HERE,

YOU'RE JUST LISTENING TO OLD VOICES WITH A NEW EAR

IT'S THE LIVIN' AND THE DYIN' WELL IT SCARES THE YOUNG ONES SO

THEY CAN HARDLY CATCH THIER BREATH BEFORE TOO LONG

THEY SEE THE TEARS WE'RE CRYING AND THEY WATCH THAT RIVER FLOW

AND THEY FOLLOW ON THE BANKS UNTIL IT'S GONE

I SURRENDER TO THE MOUNTAINS, I SURRENDER TO THE SEA

I SURRENDER TO THE ONE WHO CALLS MY NAME

I SURRENDER TO MY LOVER AND TO MY ENEMY

I SURRENDER TO THE FACE THAT HOLDS NO SHAME

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THERE'S A SPIDER AT MY WINDOW & SHE SPINS A WEB OF TRUTH

MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ALL THESE MEMORIES

AND SHE SURELY IS GOD'S ARTIST AS SHE'S CAUGHT THE MORNING DEW

IT'S A SIMPLE PRAYER THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES

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