(D7)Freez ing, rests his head on a pil low made of con crete

a gain.

Oh, (D7)feel ing may be he’ll see a lit tle bet ter set of days,

yeah.

Oh, (D7)hand out, fac es that he sees time a gain ain’t that fam il iar.

Ooh, yeah.

Oh, (D7)dark grin he can’t help, when he’s hap py he looks in sane.

Ev en (Bb)flow,

thoughts ar rive like (D)but ter (C)flies,

oh, (D)he don’t (Bb)know,

so he chas es them a way.

Oh, (D)some day (Bb)yet,

he’ll be gin his (D)life a (C)gain,

(D)life a (C)gain,

(D)life a (C)gain.

(D7)Kneel ing, look ing through the pa per though he does n’t know to read,

ooh, yeah.

Oh, (D7)pray ing, now to some thing that has nev er showed him an y thing.

Oh, (D7)feel ing, un der stands the weath er of the win ter’s on it’s way.

Oh, (D7)ceil ings, few and far be tween all the le gal halls of shame.

Hey.

Ooh, (D)whisp ’ring (Bb)hands

gent ly lead him a way,

(D)him a (C)way,

(D)him a (C)way.

Yeah.

(D)Ev en (Bb)flow,

thoughts ar rive like (D)but ter (C)flies,

oh, (D)he don’t (Bb)know,

so he chas es them a way.

Oh, (D)some day (Bb)yet,

he’ll be gin his (D)life a (C)gain.

Oh, (D)whisp ’ring (Bb)hands

gent ly lead him a way,

(D)him a (C)way,

(D)him a (C)way.

Yeah.