The Finish Line - Steve Taylor sur Guitariff.netThe Finish Line By Steve Taylor. Figured out by Craig and Terry Barnes. G A Once upon an average morn, an average boy was born for the second time. C G Prone upon the alter there, he whispered up a prayer he'd kept hid inside. A The vision came, you saw the odds, a hundred little gods on a gilded wheel. C G These will vie to take your place, but father by your grace I will never kneel A And I saw you upright and proud, and I saw you wave to the crowd, C G Eb, F and I saw you laughing out loud at the Philistines. G A And I saw you, brush away rocks, and I saw you pull up you socks, C G A and I saw you out of the blocks for the finish line. D E Darkness falls, the devil stirs and as your vision blurs you start stumbling. C G D Bb, C The heart is weak, the will is gone and every strong conviction comes tumbling down. D E Malice reigns the acid guile sucking at your shoes while the mud is fresh. C G D Bb, C It floods the trail, it bleeds you dry as every little god buys it's pound of flesh. D E And I saw you, licking your wounds, and I saw you weave your cocoons, C G D Bb, C and I saw you changing your tunes for the party line. D E And I saw you welch on old debts, I saw you and Your comrades Bum Cigarettes, C G D Bb, C and you hemmed, and you hawed and you hedged all your bets waiting for a sign. Eb C Eb F Let's wash our hands as we throw little fits, lets all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites, Ab Eb Bb G we're locked in a wash room, turning old tricks, Deaf, and joyless, and full of it, Oh! G A The vision came you saw the odds, a hundred little gods on a gilded wheel. C C B These have tried to take your place, but father by your grace I will never kneel. C B I will never kneel. C D Off in the distance, bloodied, but wise, as you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes. C D And I saw you, both hands were raised, and I saw your lips move in praise, Bb F C and I saw you staring you gaze for the finish line. D Every idol like dust, a word scattered them all, and I rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall, Bb F C Eb, F and I gasped when I saw you fall in his arms at the finish line. C Eb, F C Eb, F C At the finish line, Ohhhhhhhh at the finish line. Steve Taylor is a dead set ledgend! I hope that he will write one more album and tour Australia before he dies for real or puts his back out completely.