Mary Chapin Carpenter - Our man walter cronkite

^F#mWhere are the ar^Gms of the w^Aorld? ^{Bm F#m}They've always been a^Gble to find^A us ^{Bm F#m}Caught between bo^Grders and sh^Aores^{Bm F#m}Reaching past da^Gnger and bli^Andness ^BbmMy Mother wept over the headlines ^BmThe Beatles appeared in my d^F#mreams ^E"Hoo Boy" exclaimed our man Mi^Gster Cronkite^Gmaj7

^AAs the Eagle touched d^Gown on bl^Aurry ^BmTV

^F#mAnd where are the e^Gyes of the w^Aorld?^{Bm F#m}They’ve always been a^Gble to see y^Aou ^{Bm F#m}Why did you give ^Gup and turn a^Away ^{Bm F#m}At the moment that ^Gso many need y^Aou ^BbmAnd the sight of children in cages ^BmWhile dog whistles stink up the p^F#mlace ^EEverything's different but not^Ghing much changes ^Gmaj7

^AOur Man Walter Cro^Dnkite would ^Gbe on the c^Aase ^{A6 D}And what will you m^Giss when you're g^Aone? ^BbmLovers and songs and light ever-changing ^BmAnd the sense that once you be^Along to something a^F#mmazing ^AIt was something a^Gmazing

^F#mWhere is the heart of the w^Aorld? ^F#mI always believed it could love ^Ame ^F#mIt's one of those things without ^Awords ^F#mLike the sight of the stars sh^Aining above me ^BbmMy Father rode trains Monday to Friday ^BmHis chin fell asleep on his c^F#mhest ^EI carry what's left som^Gewhere inside me ^Gmaj7

^F#mOur Man Walter Cr^Gonkite has gone to his r^Aest ^F#mOur Man Walter Cr^Gonkite is g^Aone