Originally in G, I play in C capo 2, highest note that matters is the 1p
Chords implied, the bass just holds the 1 in the original, but easier to just let the verse chords ring
C | G | C |
On the t | urning a | way |
F | Am | |
From the p | ale and downtr | odden |
G | C | F | |
And the w | ords they s | ay which we wo | n’t understand |
Am | F | C |
Don’t accept that what’s h | appeni | ng |
Am | C | F |
Is just a case of others’ su | fferi | ng |
C | F | Am |
Or you’ll find that you’re j | oining i | n |
G | C | |
The t | urning aw | ay |
Guitar enters
Am | G | C | |
I | t’s a s | in that someh | ow |
F | Am | |
Light is cha | nging to s | hadow |
G | C | F | |
And c | asting its shr | oud over a | ll we have known |
Am | F | C |
Unaware how the | ranks have | grown |
Am | C | F |
Driven on by a | heart of | stone |
C | F | Am |
We could find that we’re | all | alone |
G | C | |
In the | dream of the | proud |
Drums enter on “night”
Am | G | C |
On the | wings of the | night |
F | Am | |
As the | daytime is | stirring |
G | C | F | |
Where the | speechless uni | te in a | silent accord |
Am | F | C |
Using words you will f | ind are st | range |
Am | C | F | |
Me | smerized as they | light the | flame |
C | F |
Feel the new wind of | change |
Am | G | C |
On the w | ings of the | night |
C | G/B |
→ | → |
Solo, I’m not really going to try to capture the timing here
Am | G | F |
→ |
Am | G | Dm |
→ | → |
F | G | Dm |
→ |
F | G | Am |
→ |
Let the i ring out for a long time here, some bass noodling
Am |
C | G | C |
No more | turning | away |
F | Am | |
From the | weak and the | weary |
Am | G | C | F |
No more | turning | away from the | coldness inside |
Am | F | C |
Just a world that we a | ll must s | hare |
Am | C | F | |
It’s n | ot enough just to s | tand and | stare |
C | F | Am | G | C |
Is it only a d | ream that there’ll | be no more | turning | away |
C |
Solo, again not really trying very hard here with the timing
Am | Am | F | Am | Am | Am | G | C |
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