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