Mystic Journey

	  		
              G               D 
Just me and a friend roaming around  
        A                  Bm 
Him a magician and I was a clown  
            G                      D 
Playing the streets for a dollar a day  
                A                        Bm 
Waiting for the right time and a sign to lead the way  

Bm               G                    D 
Crossed over the border to a mystical land  
          A                          Bm 
Sort of unexpected didn't quite understand  
             G                  D 
On a razor's edge on a grain of sand  
          A                         Bm 
Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion  

Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm 

Bm               G                  D 
On a roll of the dice we headed out west  
          A                     Bm 
Where the sage and  the spice attracted us  
             G                        D 
Shadows fell down like a dark groping hand  
               A                           Bm 
Saw the teeth of the wolves and the blood of the lambs  

Bm               G                    D 
On a turn of the cards I lightened my load  
             A                        Bm 
Throwing off fear for the weakness it holds  
              G                   D 
On target and calm the vision was clear  
             A                           Bm 
Beyond the mirage I took for granted was here  


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Bm               G                 D 
On a flip of the coins we rode the coast  
                   A                 Bm 
Trying to make the most of every situation  
        G                 D 
That we witnessed near at hand  
                  A                 Bm 
On a drifter's crusade all over the land  

Bm                 G                          D 
Could it be in the stars or in the passing of cars  
                  A                    Bm 
At a table in the bar in a turn of the cards  
                    G                      D 
In a change of your mind in the passing of time  
               A                   Bm 
In a ribbon of rhyme just down the line  


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Bm            G               D 
Just me and a friend roaming around  
        A              Bm 
Him a magician I was a clown  
            G                      D 
Playing the streets for a dollar a day  
                A                        Bm 
Waiting for the right time and a sign to lead the way 

Bm               G                    D 
Crossed over the border to a mystical land  
          A                          Bm 
Sort of unexpected didn't quite understand  
             G                  D 
On a razor's edge on a grain of sand  
          A                         Bm 
Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion  

Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm . . .