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