The Lumineers – Democracy Ukulele Chords

It’s coming through a hole in the air
From those nights inTiananmen Square
It’s coming from the feel that this ain’t exactly real
Or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there
From the wars against disorder, from the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless, from the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
From the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount
Which I don’t pretend to understand at all
It’s coming from the silence on the dock of the bay
From the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming from the sorrow in the street
The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitching, that goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment, where the women kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here, and the desert far away
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on, o mighty ship of state
To the shores of need, past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate, sail on, sail on, sail on

It’s coming to America first, the cradle of the best, of the worst
It’s here they’ve got the range, and the machinery for change
And it’s here they’ve got the spiritual thirst, it’s here the family’s broken
And it’s here the lonely say, that the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way, democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming from the women and the men
Oh baby, we’ll be making love again
We’ll be going down so deep, that the river’s going to weep
And the mountain’s gonna shout “Amen”
It’s coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway
Imperial, mysterious, in amorous array
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on, o mighty ship of state
To the shores of need, past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate, sail on, sail on, sail on

I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
Oh, I love the country, but I can’t stand the scene
And I’m neither left or right, I’m just staying home tonight
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay
I’m junk, but I’m still holding up this little wild bouquet
Democracy is coming to,to the USA, to the USA
To the USA, to the USA…