| Dsus4/A | D/A | Asus4 | A | |
| In my | early | years I | hid my | tears |
| Bm | G | D | |
| And | passed my | days alo | ne |
| Bm | E | Asus4 | A | |
| Adrift on an o | cean of | l | oneliness |
| G | Asus4 | A | D | |
| My d | reams like | nets were | thrown |
| Dsus4/A | D/A | Asus4 | A | |
| To | catch the | love that | I'd heard | of |
| Bm | G | D | |
| In | books and | films and | songs |
| Bm | E | Asus4 | A | |
| Now there's a | world of ill | usion and | fan | tasy |
| G | Asus4 | A | D | |
| In the | place where the | real | world | belongs |
| G | A | D | |
| Still I | look for the | beauty in | songs |
| F#m | A | |
| To fill my | head and lead me | on |
| G | A | D | |
| Though my | dreams have | come up torn and | empty |
| A | G | |
| As many | times as love has come and | gone |
| Dsus4/A | D/A | Asus4 | A | |
| To those | gentle | ones my | memory | runs |
| Bm | G | D | |
| To the | laughter we | shared at the | meals |
| Bm | E | Asus4 | A | |
| I filled their | kitchens and | living | rooms |
| G | Asus4 | A | D | |
| With my | schemes and my | broken wh | eels |
| Dsus4/A | D/A | Asus4 | A | |
| It was | never | clear how | far or | near |
| Bm | G | D | |
| The | gates to my c | itadel lay |
| Bm | E | Asus4 | A | |
| They were | cutting from | stone some | dreams of their | own |
| G | Asus4 | A | D | |
| But they | listened to | mine | anyway |
| G | A | D | |
| I'm not | sure what I'm | trying to say |
| F#m | A | |
| It could | be I've lost my | way |
| G | A | D | |
| Though I | keep a | watch over the | distance |
| A | G | |
| Heaven's no | closer than it was yester | day |
| D | A | F# | |
| And the | angels are | older |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | |
| They | know not to wait | up for the sun |
| D | A/C# | |
| They look over my | shoulder |
| Bm | Bm/A | E/G# | A | |
| At the | maps and the | drawings of the | journey I've beg | un |
| Solo: |
| Asus4 | |
| |Dsus4/A D/A | | | A |Bm G |D A/C# | |
| Asus4 | Asus4 | |
| |Bm E | | |A |G | |A |D | |
| Asus4 | |
| |Dsus4/A D/A | | |A |Bm G |D A/C# | |
| Asus4 | Asus4 | |
| |Bm E | | |A |G | |A |D | |
| G | A | D | |
| Now the | distance l | eads me farther | on |
| F#m | A | |
| Though the | reasons I once had are | gone |
| G | A | D | |
| I keep | thinking I'll | find what I'm | looking for |
| A | G | |
| In the | sand beneath the | dawn |
| D | A | F# | |
| But the | angels are | older |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | |
| They | can see that the | sun's setting f | ast |
| D | A/C# | |
| They look over my | shoulder |
| Bm | Bm/A | E/G# | A | |
| At the | vision of par | adise cont | ained in the light of the | past |
| D | A | F# | |
| And they | lay down b | ehind me |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | |
| To sleep beside the | road till the | morning has com | e |
| D | A/C# | |
| Where they know they will | find me |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | |
| With my | maps and my | faith in the distanc | e |
| A | D | G | A | |
| Moving | farther | on |
| |D A/C# |Bm Bm/A |G A |D || |
| Transcribed by Gerard Koot (Amsterdam, The Netherlands) November 2006 |
| Email: gerardkoot@hotmail.com |