C F C F C F C F
Do what you’ve never done before See what you’ve never seen
C F C F C F C F
Feel what you’ve never felt before Go where you’ve never been
C F C F C F C F
Sing what you’ve never sung before Say what you’ve never said
C F C F C F C
Bear what you’ve never borne before Hear what you’ve never heard
Chorus:
F C G F G
All is not as it would appear Nothing ever remains the same
F C G F C G
Change is life’s characteristic Bend and flow play the game
Lose your chain
C F C F C
And do what you like Get on your bike and do what you like
C
So many time I was the one who stopped myself from doing things
G G
So many times I was the one who grounded myself
and clipped my wings
So I say
C F C F C F C F
Do what you’ve never done before For fear of losing face
C F C F C F C
You have nothing to defend now In your state of grace
C F C
So get on your bike and do what you like
Chorus
Ending:
C
I clipped my wings, I clipped my wings
Love is the gift of man yet he will not receive
Within is the church of man yet he cannot perceive
Without is the realm of man he yet cannot conceive
Man is the plague of man yet he will not believe
There go you go I
There go you go I
There go you go I
Do what you’ve never done before See what you’ve never seen
C F C F C F C F
Feel what you’ve never felt before Go where you’ve never been
C F C F C F C F
Sing what you’ve never sung before Say what you’ve never said
C F C F C F C
Bear what you’ve never borne before Hear what you’ve never heard
Chorus:
F C G F G
All is not as it would appear Nothing ever remains the same
F C G F C G
Change is life’s characteristic Bend and flow play the game
Lose your chain
C F C F C
And do what you like Get on your bike and do what you like
C
So many time I was the one who stopped myself from doing things
G G
So many times I was the one who grounded myself
and clipped my wings
So I say
C F C F C F C F
Do what you’ve never done before For fear of losing face
C F C F C F C
You have nothing to defend now In your state of grace
C F C
So get on your bike and do what you like
Chorus
Ending:
C
I clipped my wings, I clipped my wings
Love is the gift of man yet he will not receive
Within is the church of man yet he cannot perceive
Without is the realm of man he yet cannot conceive
Man is the plague of man yet he will not believe
There go you go I
There go you go I
There go you go I