| F#m | D | |
| Here, back, down a long and | straight track |
| F#m | |
| I have chose the | long road - |
| D | |
| That leads me to | god knows |
| F#m | |
| So I can't stop right | now |
| F#m | D | |
| Even the | good stars can fall from grace and | falter |
| F#m | |
| Lose their faith and | slide |
| D | |
| But I can't get an | ocean that's deep enough |
| A | Bm | |
| for | my | day |
| C#m | D | |
| It's the | first of the ascen | sion |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | |
| It's a | sad | way we've | flown before the | storm |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | |
| And her | last | words were 'I'm | always thinking of | you' |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | F#m | |
| In my | gol | den | ays I | was a | slave |
| F#m | |
| Well now it's | time for to sound your voice |
| D | |
| And | capture what your after |
| F#m | D | |
| My ship was sold right up the | river |
| But I'm not going |
| A | Bm | |
| down | here |
| C#m | D | |
| This | journey isn't o | ver |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | |
| It's a | long | way to the | house of Fitzcarral | do |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | |
| And her | last | words were 'I'm | always thinking of | you' |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | F#m | |
| In my | gol | den | days I | was a | saint |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | |
| Even the | good | stars can | fall from grace and fal | ter |
| Like lapdogs that stride that mystery |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | |
| And her | last | words were 'I'll | see you down in histo | ry |
| A | Bm | C#m | D | F#m | |
| It's the | on | ly | way that | we can | go |
| I shall eclipse you |
| F#m | D | |
| It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo |
| And I don't want to pray for you |
| In the name of something true |
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