A 
Hands on the wheel  
            F# 
My old lady would say 
A 
Of course they are 
F7M                      A 
Of course they are not on you 
A 
Mountains form a wall  
F# 
Along the way 
A 
The moss covers the fields 
F7M     F#m              F#                              
Where once lava drained away 

D                   F# 
And from where I stand 
B5                          E 
Black is the color of the sand 
D                            B5 
And that's where your footprints 
E                    A 
Where stamped yesterday 

( A  F# ) 

A 
Eyes of the road 
F# 
My old lady would say 
A 
Of course they are 
F7M         F#m          A 
Of course they are not on you 
A                                      F# 
Waterfalls look like bridges and their veils 
E 
A lighthouse and some spouses 
F7M          F#m               F# 
Welcome home those who sailed away 
D                   F# 
And from where I stand 
B5                      E 
Black is the color of the sand 

D                        B5 
And that's where your footprints 
E                A 
Where stamped yesterday 
A                         
Hands on the wheel  
F# 
My old lady would say 
A 
Of course they are 
F# 
Of course they are not on you 
D               F# 
And from where I stand 
B5                       E 
Black is the color of the sand 
D                        B5 
And that's where your footprints 
E                  A 
Where stamped yesterday 
D                           B5 
And that's where your footprints 
E                     A 
Where stamped yesterday 
D                   F# 
And from where I stand 
B5                         E 
Black is the color of the sand 
D                        B5 
And that's where your footprints 
E               A 
Where stamped yesterday 
D                      B5 
And that's where your footprints 
E                   A 
Where stamped yesterday