Chords
Top Of Her Goodbye

Key: G

Introduction:

             G                                              A                                            C    D  
Oh I heard her ask 'What time is it?'
                     G                                      A                         C    D  
As she gently moved my fingertips
                                  Em                                    C                              Em                                         A  
And when she kissed me at the door to the sound of mowing lawns I knew
C                                      D  
I'd reached the top of her goodbye
C                         D  
And now I faced the downhill slide
C                                    D  
So I stepped out into the void and plunged to my demise
G                                      Bm                                         G                                 Bm  
All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts.
C                                                    D                                      C                                      D  
And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor.
                  G                                    A                                    C  D  
Oh I?ve been on many fruitless trips.
                          G                              A                                      C  D  
And I?ve put my ear to countless lips.
                Em                                      C                      Em                                 A  
Everybody?s got their view but I never heard a word cut through.
C                                      D                              C  
I feel like I?m hanging on a vine.
C                                    D                                    C  
Surrounded by monkeys all the time.
C                                    D  
And standing below me all the natives sharpening their knives.
G                                            Bm                                         G                            Bm  
All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts.
C                                                    D                                      C                                      D  
And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor.
G                                      Bm                                    G                                              Bm  
She left here so long ago and bought a house where winter?s cold.
C                                                 D                                 C                                 D                                                    C      Cm  
And always sends my letters back, ?Return to the address attached?.
          Em                              C                                         Em                                              C                                         G                    Dm      C  
And it?s so funny when worlds end I shrug my shoulders and pretend that they?ll return.
        Em                                              C                            Em                                 C                                      G    Dm      C  
I?m missing something in my head or maybe underneath my ribs that I can?t learn.
Cm                                      D  
And that?s what burns.
Solo over normal progression
C                                      D                              C  
I feel like I?m hanging on a vine.
C                                    D                                    C  
Surrounded by monkeys all the time.
C                                    D  
And standing below me all the natives sharpening their knives.
G                                            Bm                                         G                            Bm  
All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts.
C                                                    D                                      C                                      D  
And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor.
G                                      Bm                                    G                                              Bm  
She left here so long ago and bought a house where winter?s cold.
C                                                 D                                 C                                 D                                                    C      Cm    D  G  
And always sends my letters back, ?Return to the address attached?.