(Face On My) Passport
Bill Mallia ©2006 - Started 15 June 2006, Vineyard Haven, Martha’s Vineyard - Finished At Leftshore Studio - 14 December 2006

Capo 2

Verse 1

       A                 D      A
I’ve traveled the world over

        A          Bm7      G

I’ve called a suitcase home

A               D              A

Trains and planes and buses

             G       D           A

But I’ve never traveled alone

             G       D           A

I’ve never traveled alone

Verse 2

  A            D                A
Pack the bags let’s get ready

        A      Bm7      G

It’s time to hit the road

A          D              A

We’re going to discover

             G       D        A

Places we’ve never known

             G       D      Esus  E

Places we’ve never known

Chorus

             G                 D              A

I wanna look like the face on my passport

             G        D            A

I wanna look exactly like Him

 G                 D        A

Count up the purple ink stamps

       G               D               Esus  E

And think of the places I’ve been

             G         D              A

When I stand before my Master

         G           D     A

In the immigration line

     G        D           A

I’ll claim Jesus my savior

G       D        A

And enter paradise

G       D        A

And enter paradise

Verse 3

       A                D      A
Departure signs give options

        A        Bm7        G

I read the places they say

A                     D              A

But choose the path less traveled

             G    D        A

I’m going to go his way

             G   D        A

I’m going to go his way

Verse 4

     A         D      A
There’s a lot of people

        A     Bm7      G

Lotsa languages too

A               D         A

I’m headed up to heaven

          G     D      A

Hey, how about you

         G     D       Esus  E

Hey, how about you

Chorus

             G                 D              A

I wanna look like the face on my passport

             G        D            A

I wanna look exactly like Him

 G                 D        A

Count up the purple ink stamps

       G               D               Esus  E

And think of the places I’ve been

             G         D              A

When I stand before my Master

         G           D     A

In the immigration line

     G        D           A

I’ll claim Jesus my savior

G       D        A

And enter paradise

G       D        A

And enter paradise

Bridge

       E                     G

It’s funny how your face changes

 D                     A

As the years go by

  E                         G

From the day you’re born again

  D                      A

Until the day you fly

  D                       A

This world is real different

      D                            A

It’s not the place we call home

  D                       A

Heaven’s our own post code

     G         D                 Esus  E

No matter where we roam