CAPO: 5 

Intro: C   

Let me lift this burden from you 
Am 
Let me take this pain from you 
C 
Let me always be the one to 
G 
Hear you, see you, pull you through 


C 
How could I have been so thoughtless 
Am 
How could I have failed to see 
C 
Every day's a work in progress 
G 
Every page a mystery 

  

[Refrão]
 
                        C             F 
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring 
                C                G 
Nothing but the sweep we need so much 
              C            F 
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning 
                  C                G               C 
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush 


  
No regrets, no road not taken 
Am 
Nothing I would rather do 
C 
Some days we can lose our faith in 
G 
Everything we thought we knew 


C 
You're the light on all my pages 
Am 
Oh, my love, my even keel 
    C 
And any words I use to say this 
G 
Pale before the way I feel 



[Refrão]
 
                        C             F 
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring 
                C                G 
Nothing but the sweep we need so much 
             C            F 
Now we got a snowy Sunday morning 
                  C                G               C 
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush 


Bridge: 
Am              D              G               E 
Maybe there's a rhythm here, a sort of ebb and flow 
Am          D           G7      G  
Every orbit varies over time, I guess 
Am           D                   G                E 
Disappearing down the trail, the dogs kick up the snow 
Am             D               G7    G  
Given our good fortune, we can do no less 


Instrumental: C  F  C  G  C  F    G 



[Refrão]

                        C             F 
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring 
                C                G 
Nothing but the sweep we need so much 
              C            F 
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning 
                  C                G    
And we've already cleared the underbrush 

 
                        C             F 
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring 
                C                G 
Nothing but the sweep we need so much 
              C            F 
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning 
                  C                G               C 
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush