D A B Inclination of direction D A B F Walk and turn and twist adrift With the children of creation Futuristic dreams we sift Clutching violently we whisper With a liquefying cry Any deadly final answers That are surely doomed to die Won’t you help me, Mister Jesus Won’t you tell me if you can When you see this world we live in Do you still believe in Man If my song’s become my freedom And my freedom turns to gold Then I’ll ask the final question If the answer could be sold B Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it F#m ’Cause I got no reason to lie, yeah B Forget your problems that don’t even exist F#m And I’ll show you a way to get high B Oh, yeah F#m Oh, yeah! B Oh, yeah F#m Oh, yeah! So come alive, you know you’re magic to me Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah Time to stop all your messing around Don’t you think I know my own mind Oh, yeah Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah Oh, yeah! Why can’t you believe, it's right here to be seen Do you always have to be told, yeah For you and your problem, you can never give up Long before the answer was sold Oh, yeah Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah Oh, yeah! | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D F F#m B |