| F#m | |
| There's a hole in the roof |
| And the rain's coming down |
| C# | |
| The roads are flooded |
| There's no way back to town |
| F#m | |
| And the ship we came in on |
| A | B | |
| Has just run | aground |
| F#m | |
| You know fate has a funny way |
| C# | |
| of coming around |
| Bridge |
| Bm | A | |
| Oh, they'll | carve our names like | scripture |
| Abm | E | |
| to the | soles of our | feet |
| C# | |
| Each | footprint that they take |
| it will tell of our beat |
| F#m | A | B | |
| Til the night of the | following | rain |
| C# | |
| Til the flow tide comes to swallow pain |
| Solos are played over the verse chords |