Bm A F# Bm

 Set off tomorrow well I wish you well
 With your handful of wild flowers on the road to hell

 Follow me I say hold my hand
 Follow me to this righteous land
 Set off tomorrow on the road to hell
 With a picture in your pocket of the wishing well

            
 Follow me, you say hold my hand
 Follow me to righteous land
 Where all your fears are in your eyes
 All your foes are on your side

 Well I set off this morning with you thank you sweet
 For the slither of alcohol to ground my fear

 Follow me now I understand
 Follow me wont you hold my hand

 Cause threes no point writing fables of how we should be
 When the clouds gave condensation and you hand to me

 Follow me now I understand
 Follow my sweet part is out
 When all your fears are in your eyes
 All your foes are on your side

 We slipped into the sun on a summer’s day
 Left the cake house to feel I’m dreaming away
 You know this morning taste so sweet
 Cause the ground beneath my feet and the air I breathe
 Well maybe that’s something we’ll never believe
 When all your fears are in your eyes
 All your foes are on your side