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