Ther Demented Man

Am The questions asked but never know Am D The feeling governs which way I'll go Am Endless circles on my mind Am D Spiralling a downward climb, which way I'll go Am The Thoughts are there for you to find Am D But you never know which way I'll go (refrão) F Em Those flashing lights are warning me

F Em But ever bidding voices see F Em You're caught in a web of emptiness F Em The tales told the path you tread F Em Does it lead into your head? F Am Or back to a world of emptiness? Am Smiling faces watching me Am D Helping hands just wait and see, which way I'll go Am White walls stretching in the sun Am D Was it that here I began which way I'll go Am Faintly voices plead with me Am D Ever asking, ever see, which way I'll go (volta para o refrão)