Michael Bolton - Go the distance

I have ^Goft^Aen dre^Damed, of a f^Gar o^Aff pl^Dace Where a h^Ger^F#o’s w^Bmelcome, would be ^Gwaiting f^Aor me Where the cro^Gwds w^Aill ch^Deer, when they s^Gee ^Amy f^Dace And a voi^Gce k^F#eeps sa^Bmying, this is whe^Gre I’m meant to^A be

I’ll be ^Gthere s^Aomeday^Bm, I can go the^A distance I will fin^Gd my wa^Ay, i^Bmf I can be str^Aong I know e^F#v’ry^Em mile, will be ^Bmworth my ^Emwhile When I g^Go t^Ahe dis^Dtance, I’ll be r^Bmight wher^Ae I b^Delong

Down an u^Gnkno^Awn ro^Dad, to embr^Gace ^Amy f^Date Though that ro^Gad ^F#may wan^Bmder, it will le^Gad me to y^Aou And a tho^Gusa^And ye^Dars, would be wo^Grth t^Ahe w^Dait It might ta^Gke ^F#a lif^Bmetime, but somehow I’ll ^Gsee it t^Ahrough

And I won?^G??t loo^Ak back^Bm, I can go the^A distance And I’ll ^Gstay on t^Arack, no, I^Bm won’t accep^At defeat It’s an ^F#uphill^Em slope, but I^Bm won’t lo^Emse hope Till I g^Go t^Ahe dis^Dtance, and my jou^Bmrney i^As com^Dplete

But to l^F#ook beyond the glory is the ha^Cmrdest part For a he^D2ro’s strength is m^Bmeasured by his ^F#heart

Like a shoot^Ging st^Aar, ^BmI will go the d^Aistance I will sea^Grch the wo^Arld, ^BmI will face its’ ^Aharms I don’t^G care how^A far, I ca^F#n go the d^Bmistance Till I fi^Gnd ^Amy he^Dro’s welcome, ^Bwaitin^Ag in your^D arms

I will se^F#arch the wo^Emrld, I will fa^Bmce it’s ^Emharms Till I fi^Gnd ^Amy he^Dro’s welcome, ^Gwaitin^Ag in your^D arms