B E
B E

[Verse 1]

B                             E
The last of the repercussions died off real slow
B
And the sky was still
E
And the cold sun sank down beneath the snow
B             F#   E             B
I hung by my hand from the tree outside
                    F#         B       B E B E
And I looked on the whole wide world

[Verse 2]

B
When the voices came quietly
E
I shut them down
B
When a tricky young southerly wind
E
Came at me with its high whistling sound
B                  F#
I turned around to face it
E                       B
With real arrogance burning inside
                   F#         B        B  E B E B
And I drank in the whole wide world