Written by Brett Sparks
D Some folks are like umbrellas Am They pass through your life with little meaning C/B C G G7 And then there's the ones that make you hang on to every word D Well, she was one of the latter Am She came into my room and told me things that matter C/B C G G7 Like, everything that rises must converge D When so-called experts try to tell you Am C/B That parallel lines never intersect C G Don't listen to 'em man, don't you believe a word D I'm speaking from experience Am Everything that floats is gonna run into something C/B C G G7 'Cause everything that rises must converge D Some folks are like umbrellas Am They pass through your life with little meaning C/B C G G7 And then there's the ones that make you hang on to every word D Well, he was one of the latter Am He came into my room and told me things that matter C/B C G G7 Like, everything that rises must converge D Am C G G7 D