Riff1:
D|--7-7-5-5-7--7-5--|
A|--0-0-0-0-0--0-0--|
Riff2:
G|-------------------7p5----------|
D|--7-x-5-x-7-x-5--7----h7-x-5-7--|
D chord fill: chords in this order(you can figure out the rhythm)
e|-----------------|
B|--5---5---5---0--|
G|--5---5---5---5--|
D|--7---6---5---4--|
A|--5---5---5---5--|
E|-----------------|
Riff1 Riff1
I cut accross a dust bowl, Indian autumn sky.
The land was parched and tirsty, like a widowed mother's cry.
I slipped through voodoo mystics, merchants and the thieves.
The air smelt like religion, enlightenment's not free.
D C
Riff1 Riff1
The road was filled with followers, panting for a cure.
A streetside hippie guru, beckoned me "Come near".
His clothes smelled like patchouli, his blanket offered oils.
Tried to see me talismans, for the road that was within.
D Riff2
Oh feels like rain... x2
Riff1 Riff1
I saw it in the factories, where sweat has lost it's price.
I watched it in the hospice halls, and tried to hold a smile.
I saw it in suburbia, where bumper stickers preach.
If truth is all so relative, then why do we still reach.
D Riff2
Oh, feels like rain,
I wish the sky would open up all over me...
D chord fill:
2x clean
2x thick
2x thin
Riff1 Riff1
We've got angels on the television, prophets on the news.
Doomsday rocket scientists, to save me from my blues.
A spiritual awakening for the working stitch.
I never walk into the light, unless I know who turned the switch.
D Riff2
Oh feels like rain
I wish the sky would open up all over me...
D chord fill:
1x