E         A2          E     
Something is about to give
A2            E       
I can feel it coming      
I think I know what it means  
I’m not afraid to die  
I’m not afraid to live             
And when I’m flat on my back
A2                    E   A2
I hope to feel like I did 

       A                     
’Cause hardness, it sets in
                 C#mi     
You need some protection
                A     
The thinner the skin

E             A     
I want you to know
     C#mi              Aadd9   
That you don’t need me anymore
E             A     
I want you to know
               C#mi                Aadd9
You don’t need anyone, anything at all

E5                                         
Who’s to say where the wind will take you
H5                                       
Who’s to know what it is will break you
A5                                         
I don’t know which way the wind will blow
E5                                           
Who’s to know when the time has come around
H5                  A5   
Don’t wanna see you cry
                               E 
I know that this is not goodbye

A2  E  A2  E  A2  E  A2
      
   E                      A2               
In summer I can taste the salt in the sea           
There’s a kite blowing out of control on a breeze        
I wonder what’s gonna happen to you 
You wonder what has happened to me

A  C#mi  A
  
      E5  H5
I’m a man 
          A5     
I’m not a child
  E5      H5    
A man who sees
    A5                       
The shadow behind your eyes
                                       
Who’s to say where the wind will take you                                    
Who’s to know what it is will break you                                     
I don’t know where the wind will blow                                           
Who’s to know when the time has come around   
I don’t want to see you cry    
I know that this is not goodbye

A2  E  A2
  
      E          
Did I waste it?
A2                     E         
Not so much I couldn’t taste it     
Life should be fragrant       
Rooftop to the basement          
The last of the rock stars       
When hip-hop drove the big cars     
In the time when new media   
Was the big idea   
That was the big idea