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