Isabel BY Frank Turner from Poetry of The Deed intro e------| b------| g--4~--| d--4~--| a--2~--| e------| B (Em) B (Em) So now the years are rolling by, and it’s not long since you and I Abm E F# B could have been train drivers and astronauts B (Em) B (Em) And now we’re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts Abm E F# B (Em) is that we can’t remember how we got caught B (Em) B (Em) Filtered air,computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens – Abm E F# B (Em) count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten B (Em) B (Em) And though it doesn’t often show, we are scared because we know Abm E F# Abm our forefathers were farmers and fishermen Abm Eb E F# Abm And so the world has changed, worse or better’s hard to tell, Eb E F# but my hope remains within the arms of Isabel B (Em) B (Em) So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it’s old Abm E F# B of sowing seeds and setting sail. B (Em) B (Em) But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week Abm E F# Abm at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail back to chorus C#m Bm F# And I’ll admit that I am scared of what I don’t understand. C# Bm F# But darling, if you’re there, gentle voice and soothing hands C# Bm F# Eb E to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if you’re there... Abm Eb E F# Abm And so the world has changed, and I must change as well Eb E F# Abm The machines we’ve made will damn us into hell Eb E F# Abm And the time will come when all must save themselves. Eb E F# I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel outro B (Em) Abm E F#
