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