Free

(This part is actually played on bass, but I use it to fill the first few bars
before the guitar comes in.)
Well I'm free, I'm free like the world, I am
I'm higher than the moon and so much higher still to go
I'm dancing on the silver star,
my boot prints on the white-wall tire
(Guitar begins)
C             G
See, see everyone's beautiful
C                              G#
Beautiful and terrified by the sun
              Cm
that's rising up in the east
        G                G#
I gotta find my way home soon
             C             G
or I'll just drown in my delight
C                             G                       Am
      And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness
                             F          Dm              C
I don't deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain
                       G                     Am
And if I fumble my way to the people who are mindless
                            F            Dm          C    G
I guess I get what's coming to me and my evil wicked ways
C               G
Run, faster than light through me
        C
You can soak my nerves in this vibration
G#
Riding through your imagination
C
Boot prints on the yellow fire
   G
My footprints on the gilded star
    Cm                          G
But death, it's more than I can bear tonight
     C                                    G#
It's not the thought of being gone or the dark that I don't like
            G            G#           C                     G
But more confused by the emptiness of breath (where does it go?)
C                             G                       Am
      And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness
                             F          Dm              C
I don't deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain
                        G                     Am
And if I stumble my way to the people who are mindless
                            F            Dm          C
I guess I get what's coming to me and my evil wicked ways
The rules I make have just lost the way
     G
like guarantees and beds we make
      Am
While life goes on for bread and cake
    F                 Dm
the ground it rumbles cracks and shakes
C
Underfoot the bugs and snakes
     G                        Am
they carry us, they carry us away from here
                     F
And underground it's happy deep
      Dm
where you go down
    C
Oh, hallelujah, God is great
       G
You're never wrong, you're never late
       Am
'Cause he designs these pretty things
   F             Dm         C
I, when I die, I simply go alone.