Intro: D C (4x)  

D   C      D                    C            D      C       (D  C)   
Fre--ezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again   
    D   C    D              C                     D  C   D      C       
Oh, Fee--lin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days,   ooh yeah   
    D   C    D               C                         D    C  D      C   
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar,  ooh yeah   
    D   C     D                  C                  D  C  D     C     
Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane,  oh yeah   

(D C)   

D    Bb                         D     C   
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies   
    D        Bb                      D     C   
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...  
     D       Bb                   D   C        D        C      D        C   
Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again    life a--gain   life a--gain...   

D    C     D                                C                  D   C   D      C   
Kne--elin', looking through the paper through he doesn't know to read,   ooh yeah   
    D   C     D                    C                    D      C   
Oh, pra--yin', now to something that has never showed him anything   
    D   C     D                         C                  D  C  D C   
Oh, fee--lin', understands the weather of the winters on its  way   
    D   C      D                      C                  D  C  D   C   
Oh, cei--lings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame,  yeah...   

D    Bb                         D     C   
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies   
    D        Bb                      D     C   
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...  
D       Bb                       D    C          
Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again   
     D          Bb                              D  C   D   Am C    D   Am C     (D Am G)   
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...    him a--way, him a--way...        Yeah!   

Solo: D C  

D    Bb                         D     C   
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies   
    D        Bb                      D     C   
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...  
D       Bb                       D    C          
Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again   
     D          Bb                              D  C   D   Am C    D   Am C     (D Am G)   
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...    him a--way, him a--way...        Yeah!