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Thoroughfare Gap

Flytjandi: Stephen Stills
[G]    [C]    [G]    [D]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [D]    
[G]Sometimes I [C]consider my [G]pace,
I'm re[D]minded of a [G]train gathering [C]speed,
for the [G]climb to the [D]pass

In whose [G]shadow it [C]all really [G]lies,
a small [D]metal [G]wagon ap[C]proaching,
the [G]ever present ascending [D]rise;
to the southern [G]mountains[C]    [G]    [D]    

[G]Reeling and [C]snaking and [G]leaping,
it [D]seems like it [G]wants to come [C]loose,
from its [G]path cast in [D]iron

But she [G]can't [C]slow down [G]now,
[D]as the [G]earth has [C]presented,
a [G]new crest to [C]reach
without [G]barely a [D]rest;
from the [G]last one [C]    [G]    [D]    

And you [G]wonder just [C]what lies be[G]yond,
[D]though you've [G]been there be[C]fore,
and forget about the [G]effort and the [D]strain

[G]Always as[C]cending,
each [G]yard adds a [D]mile,
to the [G]never-ending [C]pull,
of the [G]steepening [D]grade;
that's be[G]fore you[C]    [G]    [D]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [D]    

A [G]valley, a [C]forest, a [G]desert, a [D]stream,
with an [G]oversized [C]bridge,
for the [G]trickle there be[D]neath

You re[G]member the [C]torrent,
it [G]turned to [D]last spring,
from the [G]snows melting [C]fast
and the [G]river it be[D]came;
in the [G]summer[C]    [G]    [D]    

Per[G]haps it is [C]ruined,
from a [G]fire that has [D]scorched it,
so [G]badly that [C]nothing
will [G]grow without [D]rain

To [G]wash away the [C]blackened soil,
now [G]useless till [D]called upon a[G]gain,
in a [C]future as [G]twisted and [D]far away;
as the next range of [G]mountain[C]s   [G]    [D]    

So [G]take it as [C]far as you [G]see  
and be[D]yond,
with [G]eyes you don't [C]use enough,
[G]gather up [D]strength

As [G]Thoroughfare [C]Gap,
will a[G]wait you for[D]ever,
you're [G]seeking to [C]get there
for [G]even be[D]fore;
it's no [C]matter;
no [D]distance;
it's the [G]ride[C]    [G]    [Gsus4]    [G]    


Sometimes I consider my pace,
I'm reminded of a train gathering speed,
for the climb to the pass

In whose shadow it all really lies,
a small metal wagon approaching,
the ever present ascending rise;
to the southern mountains

Reeling and snaking and leaping,
it seems like it wants to come loose,
from its path cast in iron

But she can't slow down now,
as the earth has presented,
a new crest to reach
without barely a rest;
from the last one

And you wonder just what lies beyond,
though you've been there before,
and forget about the effort and the strain

Always ascending,
each yard adds a mile,
to the never-ending pull,
of the steepening grade;
that's before you

A valley, a forest, a desert, a stream,
with an oversized bridge,
for the trickle there beneath

You remember the torrent,
it turned to last spring,
from the snows melting fast
and the river it became;
in the summer

Perhaps it is ruined,
from a fire that has scorched it,
so badly that nothing
will grow without rain

To wash away the blackened soil,
now useless till called upon again,
in a future as twisted and far away;
as the next range of mountains

So take it as far as you see
and beyond,
with eyes you don't use enough,
gather up strength

As Thoroughfare Gap,
will await you forever,
you're seeking to get there
for even before;
it's no matter;
no distance;
it's the ride

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