| E | F#madd11 | E | |
| I was | nowhere, |
| D | A | |
| Til you changed my mind. |
| E | F#madd11 | E | |
| Love is sent through being | good to you. |
| E | F#madd11 | E |
| F#madd11 | E | F#madd11 | E | |
| Then you | were somewhere, |
| D | |
| Somewhere hard to find, |
| A | E | F#madd11 | E | |
| Only what you always were, it's | true. |
| E | F#madd11 | E |
| E | B | |
| I'm looking for an | open door, |
| D | A | E | F#madd11 | E | |
| Where I can sit and | play in peace and | quiet. |
| E F#madd11 E (x3) D A |
| E F#madd11 E (x4) D A |
| } flute solo. |
| E F#madd11 E (x2) E B D A |
| E F#madd11 E (x2) |
| E | F#madd11 | E | |
| To | morrow changes. |
| E | F#madd11 | E |
| D | |
| Fields of green today, |
| A | E | F#madd11 | E | |
| Yesterday is dead, but not my | memory. |
| E | F#madd11 | E |
| E | F#madd11 | E | |
| We were | strangers. |
| D | |
| And then you came to stay, |
| A | E | F#madd11 | E | |
| The | sweetest spring old morning sings to | me. |
| E | F#madd11 | E |
| E | B | |
| So now I've found a | living sound, |
| D | A | E | F#madd11 | E | |
| That | moves, that breathes, and | then makes love to | me. |
| E | F#madd11 | E |
| E | |
| (speeds up w/acoustic guitar solo and jaw's harp) |