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