G# D# | D# | F# | C# C# D | D# [Verse] Fm F C C7 "Birds and planes go through the rainbow Dm C F Dm G Cm Every day though you simply refuse Fm F C Old-fashioned ferris wheels are no big deal F G They're just big wheels with chairs A#m C7 Fm C So don't be scared Just set yourself free F D C She tells me it's alright A# A7 Dm C To open up my eyes F Dm G She holds onto my hand D# C Fm And the clouds float by F A# C The couple in the car below A# A7 Dm C They wave to us and say hello F Dm G I think they understand D# C The way we're feeling Fm C Dm C A# A7 I don't need to say 'I love you' Dm C F Dm G D# When we're floating so far up above C Fm F Dm C A# Everyone else's lives are intertwined A7 Dm C F With yours and mine Dm G D# Edim Fm C Dm I hope they find the joy that we have found F Dm C She tells me it's alright A# A7 Dm C To open up my eyes F Dm G She holds onto my hand D# C Fm And the clouds race by F Dm C The couple in the car above A# I suppose they think A7 Dm C That we're in love F Dm G I think they might be right [Verse] G D# And without warning when we're almost at the top D# C7 The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop C7 Cm7 Cm G# The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death F D# The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath F# We get the feeling that we're not alone in this F# C# And then a god who really ought not to exist Dm D# Sticks out a great big hand and grabs me by the wrist D#7 G# And asks me "why?" and I say "well God, it's like this E It may be arrogance or just appalling taste E C#7 But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste C#7 A On some old god who tells me what I want to hear E As if I cannot tell obedience from fear F#m G I want to take my pleasures where and how I will D Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled E And to be frank I find that life has more appeal A Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel" F Then God decides that he has taken quite enough D Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off A# And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir F To sing of times when men were filled with Christian fire G# But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast F D# And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last F And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground Gm And then I hear a voice say "don't look down!"