Closed Hand, Full Of Friends

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[Verse 1]
[D]The scenery's changing
and it warms my soul
I'm 200 miles down and a
long way yet to go
So, get your boots on and
your walking cool
And we'll together leave our

[Verse 2]
footprints upon a virgin snow
[D]
That ancient [Asus4]sun rise[A][Bm]
[G]wil[D]l soon descend
And we'll be [Asus4]left here pondering on t[Bm]he
things which [G]you cannot [D]change
So, let's start over with
no means to an end
[A]Just in [Asus4]love and out of hope and a [Bm]closed hand,
full [G]of friends
[D][G][D]

[Verse 3]
[G]Yeah, well, [A]livin' was alright,
but I [Bm]was dead in the wa[G]ter
Couldn't [A]see it in its light,
I [Bm]couldn't kneel in its al[G]tar
[D]All I wanted was to tear [G]it
right [Bm]down to the [A]ground
But I'm [Bm]feeling al[G]right [A]now,
yeah, [Bm]I'm feeling [G]alright
[D]

[Verse 4]
Every [A]morning [Bm]when[G] the
cof[D]fee's on
And I [A]rediscover that color in your [Bm]eye s,
in its [G]gold and [D]its bronze
And in the moonlight go get the camera,
[F#m]just go[A][Bm]
With the [A]recitations [Bm]of the parish poets
pop[G]ping [D]on our scrolls
[G][D]

[Verse 5]
[G]Yeah, well, [Asus4]I was al righ[A]t
but I [Bm]was dead in the wa[G]ter
Could [Asus4]see it's light[A],
I [Bm]couldn't kneel in its al[G]tar
[D]All I wanted was [G]a turn right
[Bm]down to [A]the promising

[Verse 6]
Through this [Bm]fleeting cul[G]ture
And [A]hide away [Bm]from wolves
and the vul[G]tures
[D]All they wanted was to tear [G]me
right [Bm]down to the [A]ground
Oh, I'm [Bm]feeling al[G]right, [A]I am now,
yeah, [Bm]I'm [G]feeling alright

[Interlude 1]
[D]

[Verse 7]
In the [D]recitations of the parish poets
In the [Bm]buildings, in the bur[D]rows,
in the locked boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open heart in hold and a closed hand,
full of friends

[Verse 8]
In [D]the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows,
in the lochte boats
[A]I will find my m[D]eans to an end
With an open heart in hold and a [A]closed hand,
full [D]of friends

[Verse 9]
In the [D]recitations of the parish poet[Bm]s
In the [G]buildings, in the burrows,
[A]in [D]the locked boats
[G]I will f[A]ind my m[D]eans to an end
With an [G]open heart in hold [Bm]an d a closed hand,
full [A]of friends

[Verse 10]
In the [D]recitations of the parish poets
[Bm]In the b[G]uildings, in the burrows,
[D]in the locked boats
[G]I will find m[D]y means to an end
With [G]an open heart in hold and [Bm]a clo[A]sed ha[D]nd,[G][D]
[G]ful[Asus4]l of frie[D]nds[G][A][Bm][Asus4]