[Strophe]
 G                                     C 
There's miles of land in front of us. 
                                           Em 
And we're dying with every step we take. 
                                         D 
We're dying with every breath we make. 
                       G 
And I'll fall in line. 
                                  C 
The stranger's back is all I see. 
                                     Em 
He's only a few feet in front of me. 
                                 D 
And I'll look left and right sometimes, 
                  G 
But I'll fall in line. 
                         C 
No one looks up anymore, 
                                            Em 
Cause you might get a rain drop in your eye. 
                                D 
And heaven forbid they see you cry, 
                G 
As we fall in line. 
                                   C 
And about this time of every year, 
                                    Em 
The line will go to the ocean pier 
                             D 
And walk right off into the sea. 
                G 
Then we fall asleep.
[Instrumentale]
(G)  C   Em   D
 G   C   Em   D
 G   C   Em   D
[Strophe]
G                               C 
And as we near the end of land, 
                                                Em 
And our ocean graves are just beyond the sand. 
                             D                    G 
I ask myself the question, "Why... I fall in line?"  
                                  C 
Then out of the corner of my eye, 
                              Em 
I see a spaceship in the sky 
                           D 
and hear a voice inside my head. 
             C            G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
 Am          C            G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
D 
"Follow me."
[Instrumentale]
C  G  D/F#  Am
C  G  D/F#  D
 
G   C   Em   D
[Strophe]
G                                 C 
Then the wages of war will start 
                                    Em 
Inside my head with my counterparts. 
                                                      D 
And the emotionless marchers will chant the phrase, 
                            G 
"This line's the only way." 
                                C 
And then I start down the sand. 
                                       Em 
My eyes are focused on the end of land. 
                               D 
But again the voice inside my head says, 
               C          G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
  Am          C           G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
  D                    C   G   D/F# 
"Follow me." 
  Am         C            G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
   D            C          G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
   Am           C           G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
   D           C           G   D/F# 
"Follow me instead." 
   Am            C          G   D/F#  D 
"Follow me instead."
[Strophe]
G                         C 
Take me up, seal the door. 
                                 Em 
I don't wanna march here anymore. 
                             D 
I realize that this line is dead. 
                       G 
So I'll follow you instead. 
                                    C 
So then you put me back in my place, 
                             Em 
So I might start another day. 
                         D 
And once again I will be, 
                    G 
In a March to the Sea.  
(Hold G)