Quito Lyrics

First attempt at writing down chords... enjoy friends
When I receive the blessing I've got coming
I'm going to raise an ice-cold glass of water
To toast the living and the dead
Who've gone before me and my head
Will throb like an old wound re-opening
When I get off the bus down there my children
They all are going to greet me at the station
Like gypsies they will dance around me
And the choral droning sound their
Voices make will saturate the evening
When I get off the wheel I'm going to stop
And make amends to everyone I've wounded
And when I wave my magic wand
Those few who've slipped the surly bonds
will rise like salmon at the spawning