Frames - Fitzcarraldo

^F#mHere, back, down a long and ^Dstraight track I have chose the ^F#mlong road - That leads me to ^Dgod knows So I can't stop right ^F#mnow

Even the ^F#mgood stars can fall from grace and ^Dfalter Lose their faith and ^F#mslide But I can't get an ^Docean that's deep enough

for ^Amy ^Bmday It's the ^C#mfirst of the ascen^Dsion It's a ^Asad ^Bmway we've ^C#mflown before the ^Dstorm And her ^Alast ^Bmwords were 'I'm ^C#malways thinking of ^Dyou' In my ^Ago^Bmlden ^C#mdays I ^Dwas a ^F#mslave

Well now it's ^F#mtime for to sound your voice And ^Dcapture what your after ^F#mMy ship was sold right up the ^Driver But I'm not going

^Adown ^Bmhere This ^C#mjourney isn't o^Dver It's a ^Along ^Bmway to the ^C#mhouse of Fitzcar^Draldo And her ^Alast ^Bmwords were 'I'm ^C#malways thinking of ^Dyou' In my ^Ago^Bmlden ^C#mdays I ^Dwas a ^F#msaint

Even the ^Agood ^Bmstars can ^C#mfall from grace and fal^Dter Like lapdogs that stride that mystery And her ^Alast ^Bmwords were 'I'll ^C#msee you down in histo^Dry It's the ^Ao ^Bmnly ^C#mway that ^Dwe can ^F#mgo I shall eclipse you