Bette Midler - From a distance

From a d^Fistance the w^Forld looks b^Glue and gr^Feen, F G F ( F,G) and the snow-capped mountains white. From a d^Fistance the ^Focean m^Geets the st^Fream, and the e^Fagle t^Gakes to fli^Fght.

From a dis^Ftance, t^Ghere is h^Amarmony, and it e^Fchoes thr^Fough the lan^Gd. It's the vo^Fice of h^Fope, it's the ^Fvoice of pe^Face, F G F, F pause it's the voice of every man.

From a ^Fdistance we^F all ha^Gve en^Fough, and n^Fo one ^Gis in n^Feed. ^F

^FAnd there a^Fre no guns, ^Gno bom^Ambs, and no disease, ^Fno hungry m^Gouths to fe^Fed.

From a d^Fistance w^Ge are inst^Amruments marching ^Fin a ^Fcommon ba^Gnd. Playing s^Fongs of h^Fope, playing son^Fgs of p^Feace. They're the s^Fongs of ^Gevery ^Fman.

God is wat^Fching u^Gs. God is w^Fatching ^Amus. God is w^Fatching us from ^Ga dis^Ftance.

From a^F distance ^Fyou look ^Glike my fri^Fend, even th^Fough we^G are at w^Far. ^F From a d^Fistance ^FI just cannot ^Gcompre^Amhend F G F, F(pause) what all this fighting is for.

From a d^Fistance t^Ghere is ^Amharmony, and it ^Fechoes thr^Fough the la^Gnd. And it's the ^Fhope of ho^Fpes, it's the l^Fove of lo^Fves, it's the h^Feart of eve^Gry ^Amman. It's the ^Fhope of h^Fopes, it's the ^Flove of l^Foves. This is the ^Fsong of ^Gevery m^Fan. And God is ^Fwatching ^Gus, God is ^Fwatching ^Amus, God is w^Fatching us ^G from a d^Fistance. Oh, God is ^Fwatching ^Gus, God is^F watch^Aming. God is ^Fwatching us^G from a ^Fdistance.