Four Winds

      Em                    
Your class, your caste, your 
                      C
country, sect, your name or your 
tribe
         G                         
There's people always dying trying 
    Am
to keep them alive
        G                    
There's bodies decomposing in 
  Am
containers tonight
         C
In an abandoned building where

     Em                       
A squatter's made a mural of a 
   C
Mexican girl
      G                            
With fifteen cans of spray paint in
    Am
 a chemical swirl
       G                           
She's standing in the ashes at the 
 Am
end of the world
             C
Four winds blowing through her hair


[Chorus]

                Am      D      
But when great Satan's gone, the 
           Am    D
whore of Babylon
          C       G               
She just can't sustain the 
   C           G
pressure where it's placed
     Am
She caves


[Interlude]

Em  C  G  Am  G  Am  C


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[Verse]

     Em                            
The Bible's blind, the Torah's 
        C
deaf, the Qu'ran is mute
          G                    
If you'd burn them all together 
            Am
you'd get close to the truth still
          G                        
They're pouring over sanskrit on 
   Am
the ivy league moons
                C
While shadows lengthen in the sun

           Em                      
Cast on a school of meditation 
      C
built to soften the times
     G                             
And hold us at the center while the
  Am
 spiral unwinds
       G                           
It's knocking over fences, crossing
  Am
 property lines
             C
Four winds, cry until it comes


[Chorus]

              Am      D
And it's the song of man
                  Am     D
Slouching towards Bethlehem
              C       G           
A heart just can't contain all of 
      C      G
that empty space
    Am         D
It breaks, it breaks, (it breaks)


[Interlude]

Em  C  Em  C  Em  C  D


[Verse]

              Em           
Well, I went back, I rent a 
              C
Cadillac, a company jet
        G                     
Like a newly orphaned refugee, 
   Am
retracing my steps
        G                     Am
All the way to Cassadega to commune 
with the dead
                   C
They said, "You'd better look alive"

           Em                      
And I was off to old Dakota where a
   C
 genocide sleeps
         G                         
In the black hills, the bad lands, 
      Am
the calloused east
    G                   Am
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
                   C
With four winds, levelling the pines


[Chorus]

                Am      D      
But when great Satan's gone, the 
           Am   D
whore of Babylon
          C      G                
She just can't remain with all 
   C     G
that outer space
     Am           D           Am 
She breaks, she breaks, she 
       D
caves, she caves.