This Dystopia Should Not Seem Optimistic

Capo II Am G Am I remember when cool wind blew through trees Am G Am Whispering harmonies through dappled leaves G Am Willow gymnasiums climbed as a teen, Am G Am I remember when July was green. Am C G White clouds pillows spanning across the sky, Am G And Rain falling down and then the the smells come alive Am G Am Climbing mountains and bringing a jacket G Am Back when July was green. C G Am All that has remained the same are the stones C G Am Gold cliffs and pillars above our home C G C Am Too big for humans to move or destroy, C G Am All that remains the same are the stones. Am G Am I remember when warm winds blew through trees Am G Am Humid gold summers and mild winter scenes G Am Family inside protected by AC, Am G Am But they would have said July was green. Am C G Pepper clouds scattering in the morning, Am G And Rain falls on TV and comes through plumbing, Am G Am Climbing mountains and bringing powered fans, G Am Back when July seemed green, C G Am All that has remained the same are the stones C G Am Gold cliffs and pillars above our home C G C Am Too big for humans to move or destroy, C G Am All that remains the same are the stones. Am G Am Now only hot winds blow outside through trees Am G Am Cracking dry leaves and fire watch screens G Am While the economy feeds the machine Am G Am And news says July was never green. Am C G Searing blue skies all morning noon and night, Am G They say we'll lose the lake without a fight, Am G Am Mountains are on TV, it's too hot to hike, G Am And July will never again be green. C G Am All that has remained the same are the stones C G Am Gold cliffs and pillars above our home C G C Am Too big for humans to move or destroy, C G Am All that remains the same are the stones. C G We've destroyed our home and C G Am All that remains are the stones.