Am F Going through a world of sad debris Am F G Regarding quixotic reveries of ownership Am G F E The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion F C D E The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision F G Am But I want something more Racing through a life of tragic wastage I experience the loss of trust and innocence The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision But I want something... More! | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D E F G |