Tom: C
Am
In my blakean year
C Am
i was so disposed
Am
toward a mission yet unclear
C Am
advancing pole by pole
Dm Am
fortune breathed into my ear
E Am
mouthed a simple ode
Dm Am
one road is paved in gold
E Am
one road is just a road
Am
in my blakean year
C Am
such a woeful schism
Am
the pain of our existence
C Am
was not as i envisioned
Dm Am
boots that trudged from trac to track
E Am
worn down to the sole
Dm Am
one road is paved in gold
E Am
one road is just a road
Dm Am
boots that trudged from track to track
E Am
worn down to the sole
Dm Am
one road is paved in gold
E Am
one road is just a road
Am
in my blakean year
C Am
temptation but a hiss
Am
just a shallow spear
E Am
robed in cowardice
E Am
brace yourself for bitter flack
E Am
for a life sublime
E Am
a labyrinth of riches
E Am
never shall unwind
E Am
the threads that bind the pilgrim's sack
E Am
are stitched into the blakean back
Dm Am
so throw off your stupid cloak
E Am
embrace all that you fear
for joy shall conquer all despair
E Am
in my blakean year
