^CSaw the wandrin' ^Feye- ins^Fide my h^Ceart ^CShouts and battle ^Fcries- f^From ev'ry ^Cpart ^CI can see those ^Ftears- ev'ry o^Fne is tr^Cue ^CWhen the door app^Fears- I'll ^Fgo right th^Croug^Fh---ooo^Fh

^CI stand in liquid ^Flight- like ^Fev'ryone^C ^CI built my li^Ffe with rh^Fymes- to carry ^Con ^CAnd it gives me ^Fhope- to ^Fsee you the^Cre ^CThe things I used to ^Fknow- that o^Fne fine

CHORUS

^COne Fine^F Day.^F.. ^CIn a small dark ^Froom- whe^Fre I will wa^Cit ^CFace to face I f^Find- I ^Fcontemplate^C ^CEven though a ^Fman- is ^Fmade of cl^Cay ^CEv'rything can ^Fchange- ^Fone fine-

CHORUS

^COne Fine^F Day.^F.. Then before my eyes- Is standing still I beheld it there- a city on a hill I complete my tasks- one by one I remove my masks- when I am done

Then a piece of mind- fell over me In these troubled times- I still can see We can use the stars – to guide the way It is not that far- one fine…. CHORUS

David Byrne - One fine day