Intro
F
[Verse]
F
The scenery's changing and it warms my soul
F
I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
F
So get your boots on and your walking cool
F
And we'll together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow
F C Dm A#
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
F C Dm A#
And we'll be left here pondering on the things which you cannot change
F
So let's start over with no means to an end
F C Dm A#
Just in love and out of hope and a closed hand, full of friends
[Break]
F G Amin A# X2
C
[Chorus]
F A#
Yeah, well, livin' was alright but I was dead in the water
F A#
Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
Dm C
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
F C F A#
But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
[Break]
A# C Dm A#
[Verse]
F C Dm A# F
Every morning when the coffee's on
F C Dm A#
And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
F
And in the moonlight go get the camera, just go
F C Dm A#
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our scrolls
[Break]
F G Amin A# X2
C
[Chorus]
F A#
Yeah, well, I was alright but I was dead in the water
F A#
Couldn’t see in it's light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
Dm C
All I wanted was a turn right down to the promising
F A#
Through this fleeting culture
C F A#
And hide away from the wolves and the vultures
Dm C
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
F C F A#
Oh, I'm feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
[Bridge] (For This Section There Is B Drone Of F
But You Can Improv With The Other Chords We’ve Already Used If You Want To Match The Backing Singers)
F
In the recitations of the parish poets
F
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
F
I will find my means to an end
F
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
F
In the recitations of the parish poets
F
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the lochte boats
F
I will find my means to an end
F
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
F
In the recitations of the parish poets
F
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
F
I will find my means to an end
F
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
F
In the recitations of the parish poets
F
In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
F
I will find my means to an end
F
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends