E 
I have started thinking that 
    F#m 
the man who made the treasure map 
E 
never even really wanted 
F#m                             G#m    
us to find out where he hid the gold. 
F#m 
Woah 

 E 
Driving through the round-about 
     F#m 
it’s time for me to figure out 
     E  
the pathway that will lead me out 
    F#m                          G#m   
and leave me racing on the open road 
F#m 
Woah 

E  F#m 
Woah         3x 
G  F#m   E 
Woah 

     E 
On lonely nights I’m dreaming of 
    F#m 
the chances that I’ve had at love 
E 
trying to go back again 
     F#m                             G#m 
and bring with me a map to sail the seas 
       F#m 
go with me 

 E 
Suddenly I seem to find 
     F#m 
that somehow I am stuck in time 
 E 
following a crooked line 
  F#m                           G#m 
created by the force of eastern winds 
          F#m 
and once again 

     E        F#m 
And I’m, oh, walking through the wilderness 
     E          F#m 
with no hope of finding my way home 
     E       F#m 
and I’m, oh, walking through the wilderness 
  G  F#m    E 
alone.____ 

E 
It’s frightening to think that we 
     F#m 
are spinning towards infinity 
      E 
and treasures just a fantasy 
   F#m                           G#m 
invented in a desperate, lonely dream 
          F#m 
or so it seems 

     E 
And maybe soon the words will rhyme 
    F#m 
and everything we seek we’ll find 
      E 
we’ll all be looking at the sky 
     F#m                          G#m 
the treasure map in pieces at our feet 
       F#m 
go with me 


     E        F#m 
And I’m, oh, walking through the wilderness 
     E          F#m 
with no hope of finding my way home 
     E       F#m 
and I’m, oh, walking through the wilderness 
  G  F#m    E 
alone.____ 

E 
I have started thinking that 
   F#m 
the man who made the treasure map 
 E 
never sat there wishing he could 
F#m                                 G#m 
sit there and the treasure would be his 
          F#m 
but now it is 

 E 
Driving through the round about 
  F#m 
I don’t think that I’ll figure out 
  E 
a single thing while on the solid 
 F#m                               G#m 
ground I’ve walked so many times before 
            F#m 
I’m out the door. 


     E        F#m 
And I’m, oh, walking through the wilderness 
     E          F#m 
with no hope of finding my way home 
     E       F#m 
and I’m, oh, walking through the wilderness 
G  F#m   
Alone 
G  F#m  
Alone 
G  A  E 
Alone___