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