The Mars Volta – Empty Vessels Make The Loudest Sound (Ukulele)

I chose to use barre chords instead of regular chords because it gave off a fuller sound:
e|-5-3-1-2--2--3-|
B|-5-3-1-2--3--4-|
G|-5-4-2-3--4--5-|
D|-7-5-3-4--4--5-|
A|-7-5-3-4--2--3-|
E|-5-3-1-2--x--x-|

(I play this as the verses just to keep it interesting)
e|-----------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------------------------|
G|----------5-----------5-------------4b4----------4b4-|
D|----------7-----------7-------------5------------5---|
A|-----7---(7)-----7---(7)-------5---(5)------5---(5)--|
E|-5-5---5-(5)-5-5---5-(5)-5/3-3---3-(3)--3-3---3-(3)--|

       Am                                            G
If I trust in the wind she will pave me a different road

        Am                                                   G
I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else

       Am                                                          G
I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the pigment of trust

         F                          G
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home

          F                         G
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold

        Am                                           G
I’ve abandoned the outcome in search of the rest I deserve

        Am                                                  G
you can do what you will with my body but I won’t ring the bell

        Am                                     G
I’ve omitted the chapters that bow and admit defeat

         F                          G
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home

          F                         G
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold

               G        Am/G/F#   
of cavernous people 

F                                  G
searching for a lighthouse in the fog

          Am                                                 G
of the flowers that grew from the cracks in the ground you paved

        Am                                                          G
didn’t you think he would warn me through the thorns of my waking dreams

           Am                                    G
when the riddles connected the dots of this constellation

         F                          G
must be on my way, I’ve got to get home

          F                         G
won’t be back someday, so let it unfold

               G       Am/G/F#
of cavernous people 

F                                  G
searching for a lighthouse in the fog

Bm                                      Cm
I found a reason to leave you with this load

Bm                                   Cm
all I can do is forgive your broken heart

Bm                                           Cm
trapped in this tower made of amber for too long

Bm                                   Cm
all I can do is forgive your broken heart

               G       Am/G/F#
of cavernous people 

F                                  G
searching for a lighthouse in the fog