Am   Am/G Fm7(b5) F7M G                                     
 
Am   Am/G    Fm7(b5)  F7M                                             
Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird with broken wings

At times I dread my now and envy where I've been

But that's when quiet wisdom takes control

At least I've got a story no one's told
 

G                    Am                                            
I finally learned to say
    Am/G              F                                            
Whatever will be will be
G              Am                                                  
I've learned to take
   Am/G               F      G                                     
The good, the bad and breathe
       Am       Am/G                                               
'Cause although we like
   F                    D                                           
To know what life's got planned
      Am                F               G                              
No one knows if shooting stars will land
 

Am    Am/G    Fm7(b5)  F7M G                                           
These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope

To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow

'Cause that's when fears will usually lead you blind

But now I try to under-analyse
 

G                    Am                                            
I finally learned to say
    Am/G              F                                            
Whatever will be will be
G              Am                                                  
I've learned to take
   Am/G               F      G                                     
The good, the bad and breathe
       Am       Am/G                                               
'Cause although we like
   F                    D                                           
To know what life's got planned
      Am        Am/G    F               G                              
No one knows if shooting stars will land
 

       G#     Bb           C                                         
Is the rope I walk wearing thin?

Is the life I love caving in?
       G#             Bb                                           
Is the weight on your mind
 G#          Bb           C                                          
A heavy black bird caged inside?
 

Am   Am/G   Fm7(b5)   F7M G                                      
Say Whatever will be will be
Am   Am/G                   F                                       
Take The good, the bad Just breathe
 

 C              G                                                  
'Cause although we like
  F                     D                                           
To know what life's got planned
C         G             F                                             
No one knows if shooting stars will land
G                    Bm                                            
I finally learned to say
    Bm/A              G                                            
Whatever will be will be
A              Bm                                                  
I've learned to take
   Bm/A               G      A                                     
The good, the bad and breathe
       Bm       Bm/A                                               
'Cause although we like
   G                    E                                           
To know what life's got planned
Bm          Bm/A            G     A                                    
Thing like that are never in your hands

No one knows if shooting stars will land
 
I finally learned to say
    Am/G              F                                            
Whatever will be will be
G              Am                                                  
I've learned to take
   Am/G               F      G                                     
The good, the bad and breathe
       Am       Am/G                                               
'Cause although we like
   F                    D                                           
To know what life's got planned
      Am        Am/G    F               G                              
No one knows if shooting stars will land
 

       G#     Bb           C                                         
Is the rope I walk wearing thin?

Is the life I love caving in?
       G#             Bb                                           
Is the weight on your mind
 G#          Bb         C                                         
A heavy black bird 
 
Whatever will be will be
I learned to take
The good, the bad and breathe
'Cause although we like
To know what life's got planned
Thing like that are never in your hands
No one knows if shooting stars will land