| A | E | B | |
| Intro: | (x2) |
| E | A | |
| There will be droughts and | days inundated |
| F#m | B | |
| Unveilings free from | saturation |
| G#m | A | |
| Departures raised with | no masquerading. |
| E | A | |
| There will be teachers that | die by their own hand |
| F#m | B | |
| Pundits that push head | long for atonement |
| G#m | A | |
| Friends and followers | devoted to living. |
| E | A | |
| There will be watchers that | plot from in confines |
| F#m | B | |
| And those committed to | society's circles |
| F#m | B | |
| Unwary cogs with no | cadence or virtue. |
| C#m | A | |
| There will be right, there will be wrong. |
| A | E | B | |
| Drop of the | hat and its | already started. |
| A | E | B | |
| Just like | that and the | deed is done. |
| A | E | B | |
| What I'd | give for that | hat to be medicine. |
| A | E | Bsus | B | |
| The time is | now to be | on the run. |
| E | A | |
| There will be machi | nations unforeseen |
| F#m | B | |
| Sleepwalking | sense from a bad dream |
| G#m | A | |
| No promenade | walk in the parkway. |
| E | A | |
| There will be catchwords | filled with infection |
| F#m | B | |
| circulars to | prop up occasion |
| G#m | A | |
| A golden mean to | guide the footsteps. |
| E | A | |
| There will be levels on | high hills that appraise |
| F#m | B | |
| there will be unchanging | certainties |
| F#m | B | |
| barometers that | follow the stampede. |
| C#m | A | |
| There will be right, there will be | wrong. |
| Chorus |
| E | A | F#m | B | G#m | A | A | E | B | |
| Solo: | ( | x2) |
| E | A | |
| There will be signposts of | indication |
| F#m | B | |
| Semephore ghost | signs and warnings |
| G#m | A | |
| Hailstone halos and | country blues wailings. |
| E | A | |
| There will be strains that | break out of straight time |
| F#m | B | |
| But paid with grace, | taking roads to the same place |
| G#m | A | |
| With consequence to | repay what's been given. |
| E | A | |
| There will be layers of | means to an end |
| F#m | B | |
| drawn out days | before resolution |
| F#m | B | |
| dregs will rain down | from all directions. |
| C#m | A | |
| There will be right, there will be | wrong. |
| Chorus |
| A | E | B | B | E | |
| (x4) |
| An easier version: capo 3rd fret D/G/Em/A/F#m/G/D/G/Em/A |
| F#m/G/D/G/Em/A/Em/A/Bm/G | |
| transcribed by david mellon |
| comments/corrections |
| mellon55@earthlink.net |