Chorded by: Pete Daley

Capo 2

D          
I'm a pilgrim like you
                   F#m
I was only passing through
D
You'll never know my name
                        F#m    G
You'll never walk in my shoes
D
I've been no use to my friends
                    A
I've been no use to myself
        D           G            F#m           D
Now I'm looking for proof that I ain't someone else

D                            G
I was too afraid to read the newspaper
D                            G
Working in the basement of a skyscraper
D                                          G
That's why I roll and you'll never know my name
   D
Oh no


D                                                F#m
I'm not here to feel the bones of some forgotten saint
D                                   F#m    G
I know who I am , and I know who you ain't
D                                  A
Spent fifteen days in solitary confinement
          G           D
Digging a hole in the wall
D                                        A
There's no escape, they said you need realignment
           D           G             F#m            D
Now you're praying for help but they don't hear you call



D                            G
I was too afraid to read the newspaper
D                            G
Working in the basement of a skyscraper
D                                          G
That's why I roll and you'll never know my name
   D
Oh no


Chorus
D            G       D
Destination, I don't care
D           G                  D
I know I'll get there when I'm there
                             G
There's only one thing on my mind
                                            D
I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine


D                                                   F#m
My shoes have kicked up dust from here to somewhere else
D                                  F#m        G
Is this wanderlust or running from myself?
D                                               A
My neck was in the noose, but now I've been cut loose
D                                A
And put out to graze in delicate pastures
        D           G          F#m       D
Now I'm waiting for someone to put me to use


D                             G
I hope it's clear as crystal
D                     
That the man with the pistol
   G               D
Is calling all the shots these days
                  G          D
Now I'll be on my way, oh
                              G
The self-fulfilling prophets
D
They been lining their pockets
    G               D
And telling me that it's alright
                 G
But I just don't buy it
   D
Oh no


D            G       D 
Destination, I don't care
D           G                  D
I know I'll get there when I'm there
                             G
There's only one thing on my mind
                                            D
I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine

D            G       D 
Destination, I don't care
D           G                  D
I know I'll get there when I'm there
                             G
There's only one thing on my mind
                                            D
I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine