Intro:
   G Em A C
   G Em A C

Verse 1:
G                            Em
Let's take the bluebirds and give em the blueprints
   A                         C
to build their own motorized wings
         G                      Em
'Til its all automated from the nests they've created
   A                        C
to hatching and learning to sing
          G                        Em
When they open their mouths it's a strange sort of sound
    A                   C
its mechanical melodies glued into key
     G                       Em
They no longer spend a whole morning on music
    A                C
and all that it cost them was the trees

Interlude: (nc) G Em A C

Verse 2:
G                 Em
I learned to play This Little Light of Mine
A                        C
  with the hands and the mind of a child
G                  Em
  The frustration eventually faded
   A                      C
it all turns to callouses after a while
  G                          Em
I struggled through Fire And Rain and The Gambler
A                      C
Smoke on the Water and Strawberry Wine
    G                         Em
But I've spent a whole lot of mornings on music
    A                C
and all that it cost me was a little bit of time

Interlude:
   Em    B7      G     D       C             D
   G             Em            A             C

Chorus:
       C                 D
'Cause sentience isn't a sequence
G                        C
consciousness can't be a code
C                     D
Men made of iron will twist up their wires
G                        C
trying to soak up what I   know
       Am                    C
Take a match to it, watch it burn
           Am                 C
you stupid animals, you never learn
          Am            C
there's a crater in the earth
         Am                C
strike a match and give it back to the birds

Interlude: (nc) G Em A C

Verse 3:
G                   Em
I grew up living in   The Sound Of Music
   A                        C
my dad played guitar on the porch
G                         Em
I've heard a whole lot of writing in a lifetime
    A                    C
but   nothing like his before
G                  Em
I can recall being four feet tall
     A                        C
as I watched him compose each line
G                           Em
That single moment is worth more than the oceans
   A                        C                        C
of copycats and capital and all of their computers combined

End-chorus:
       C                 D
'Cause sentience isn't a sequence
G                        C
consciousness can't be a code
C                     D
Men made of iron will twist up their wires
G                        C
trying to soak up what I   know
       Am                    C
Take a match to it, watch it burn
           Am                 C
you stupid animals, you never learn
          Am            C
there's a crater in the earth
         Am                C
strike a match and give it back to the birds

Outro:
   (nc)  G       Em A C
   G             Em A C
   G
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