^DmHey hey ^Ghey ^Dm al^Gright ^Dm hey hey ^Ghey ^Dm al^Gright [Verse 1] My in^Dmtentions are good, I ^Guse my intuition It ^Amtakes me for a ride But I ^Dmnever understood other ^Gpeople's superstitions It ^Amseemed like suicide

And as I ^Dmplay the game of life, I ^Gtry to make it better ^AmEach and every day And when I ^Dmstruggle in the night, the ^Gmagic of the music ^AmSeems to light the way

A^Dmh, intu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere ^DmIntu^Gition ^Ctakes me ^Bevery^Gwhere

Well, my ^Dminstincts are fine, I ^Ghad to learn to use them In ^Amorder to survive And ^Dmtime after time, con^Gfirmed an old suspicion It's ^Amgood to be alive

And when I'm ^Dmdeep down and out and ^Glose communication With ^Amnothing left to say It's ^Dmthen I realise, it's ^Gonly a condition Of ^Amseeing things that way

A^Dmh, intu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere ^DmIntu^Gition ^Ctakes me ^Bany^Gwhere

^CTakes me ^Bany^Gwhere [Solo] Dm G Am Dm G Am

A^Dmh, intu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere ^DmIntu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere ^DmIntu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere ^DmIntu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere ^DmIntu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere ^DmIntu^Gition^Dm takes me ^Gthere...