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
