A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E
Forget about Buddha, karma, and zen.
A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .D
Lie down on the footbridge; feel the song of the wren.
A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E
You are the beetle that crawls on the wire,
D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . B7
Caught in the embers of life and its fire.
    We're caught in the web

    E . . . . . . . . . . . F
    Life is the fire; life is the blood.
    E . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
    Up from the mire; up from the mud
    B . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
    The rising of tides, the flow and the ebb.
    D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C
    Sisters and brothers, all caught in the web
     . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E
    We're caught in the web

You are the spider connecting the trees,
One with the osprey and the fish that it sees.
The falling of water, the breeze in the air.
The magic of life in the world everywhere.

    Chorus

       A . . . . . . . . . . . . . C#m
       Empty the vessel; turn your mind up.
       G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Bm . . . . A . . E
       It's time for renewal, time for filling the cup.

Feel the sun in the mist; see its radiant beams.
Walk with sequoias; clear your mind of its dreams.
You're just a child on the path, going places unknown.
So live in the moment, 'cause that's all you own.

    Life is the fire; don't you know, life is the blood.
    We're up from the mire; we're all up from the mud
    It's the rising of tides, the flow and the ebb.
    Brothers and sisters, we dance on the web

    We dance on the web