Key: A
Introduction: A Em A Em
A Em D A
In the front seat of your convertible car I'm awaiting your return
Em D A
Watching sunshine flash and my cigarette ash til the corporate logo burns
F#m C#m D A
You picked me up at the County Cook Psychiatry Institute
Em D A
It&rsquo s my first day free. I've got nowhere to be so I'm coming home with you
C#m D
Just a quick stop off at the drugstore
B D E
I&rsquo m not ready, so I wait in the car for you
A Em D A
You asked me who I might like to see on my first night back outside
Em D A
But my friends are few and my lover is through and my family's horrified
F#m C#m D A
We ride along through the silent dusk while the moon gets drunk and high
Em D A
It's a cold white stone up in heaven alone and I've seen its darker side
C#m D
You ask again and the words come out
B D E
So easy, they bypass my conscious mind
A D
Point me toward the real motherfuckers
A D
Point me toward the real
A F#m
I've been lied to and abused
Bm D
Time to try to heal
A Em
Cut me loose, cut me loose
F#m G
Let me get hurt, let me feel
D Bm
Cut my bound hands free and
D A
Point me toward the real
A Em D A
Now ever since I was a little child I have felt the same old fear
Em D A
That I alone will freeze while the world proceeds, I'll be forever stuck right here
F#m C#m D A
But I can't live the old way, that way nearly left me dead
Em D A
I need someone new who can tell me the truth and I don't care who it is
C#m D B D E
I want the knife in deep, aw, and I want someone to give it a twist
A Em D A
We&rsquo re coming into the city now and I&rsquo ve only said it once
Em D A
It's a phrase so clean, I don&rsquo t know what it means, but it's more than I've said in months
F#m C#m D A
You never ask what I did that made the cops fin'lly pick me up
Em D A
You wanna know where I&rsquo m trying to go, where I'll be, not where I was
C#m D B D E
I say it one more time, you nod and smile, and it's better than all the drugs
A D
Point me toward the real motherfuckers
A D
Point me toward the real
A F#m
I've been lied to and abused
Bm D
Time to try to heal
A Em
Cut me loose, cut me loose
F#m G
See what freedom might reveal
D Bm
Cut my bound hands free and
D A
Point me toward the real
A Em
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A Em
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A Em
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A Em
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