F#m7
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
now I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
and my love for her is taking such a long time to die
Bbdim B7 F#m7
Lord I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
Bbdim B7 F#m7
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
B7 A F#m7
I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound