John Mellencamp

^F#m This land to ^E day shall ^D draw it's last ^F#m breath
^F#m And take in ^E to it's ^D ancient ^F#m depths
^E This frail reminder of it's ^A brave and ^E blundering ^F#m deed
^E While I with human hindered ^F#m eyes
^E Unequal to the ^A sweeping ^A/G# curve of ^F#m life
^E Stand on this single print of ^F#m time
Chorus:
^A Human ^E wheels, spin ^A round ^E and ^F#m round
^E While the clock keeps the ^F#m pace
^E Human wheels spin ^A round ^A/G# and ^F#m round
^E Help the light find my ^F#m face