Four Winds

Capo 3rd fret

Em, C, G, Am, G, Am, C  x4

Vers:
     Em                                          C
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
       G                              Am
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
    G                     Am
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
      C
In an abandoned building where

  Em                           C
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
     G                                Am
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
     G                           Am
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
          C
Four winds blowing through her hair

Omk:
               Am    D                   Am  D
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
        C        G                C          G
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
    Am
She caves

Em, C, G, Am, G, Am, C

Vers:
    Em                                   C
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is mute
         G                                Am
If you burn them all together you'd get close to the truth
             G                           Am
Still they're pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons
              C
While shadows lengthen in the sun

         Em                             C
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
    G                               Am
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
     G                              Am
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
          C
Four winds, cry until it comes

Omk:
             Am     D
And it's the song of man
                  Am    D
Slouching towards Bethlehem
             C        G                C     G
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
   Am         D
It breaks, it breaks, (it breaks)

Em, C, Em, C, Em, C, D

Vers:
             Em                          C
Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
      G                        Am
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
        G                      Am
All the way to Cassadega to commune with the dead
            C
They said, "You'd better look alive"

          Em                         C
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
       G                               Am
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
  G                    Am
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
                C
With four winds, levelling the pines

Omk:
               Am     D                  Am  D
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
        C       G                   C     G
She just can't remain with all that outer space
    Am         D          Am        D
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves.

Em