A Place to Call Home Joey Tempest # I was o[B]ut the [E] [G#m] [F#] door like nothing was lost. Want[B]ed my free[E]dom no matter w[G#m]hat the cos[F#]t. It m[B]ade no dif[E]ference what an[G#m]yone said. [F#] I d[B]idn't foll[E]ow my heart I f[G#m]ollowed my [F#]head. Well[B], a man is[E] an island but [G#m]the water i[F#]s deep, and [B]the shore [E]on the other si[G#m]de is ragge[F#]d and steep. Wel[B]l, I've bu[E]ilt my castle f[G#m]or just one[F#] man, with[B]out the lo[E]ve of a wom (chordiearchive.chordie.com)