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