An acoustic folky ballad in 6/8
hope
uncertainty
wistfulness
Story behind the song
The opening lines can be taken literally - I was probably paddling somewhere - but the rest just grew of its own accord as so often happens...
Lyrics
What's it to be?
6/8 But capot 2 so in D up a tone from below
Intro
Fmaj7Am Fmaj7Am Fmaj7Am GG78
CF CGAm
CF CGAm
Fmaj7Am Fmaj7Am
I got my feet in the water, my head in the clouds
Lamb to the slaughter, thinking out loud
Out in the backwoods, feeling the chill
Thoughts slipping backwards, time standing still
Out in the country, out of my head
Raiding the pantry and stealing the bread
I'm on the level, I'm running down
Talk of the devil, talk of the town
FG AmGAm
FG AmGG7AmAm
Battered and bruised, so nearly broken
What's there to lose when the words have been spoken
End of the line end of my tether
I'd still be fine if we were together again
I ask the wind, what's it to be?
Will there come a time when you'll think of me
Playback the past with some sympathy
I just cannot see, whats it to be
What's it to be repeat to end