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