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