Tom: G
Introdução:
D F#m
Well she's kind of like an artist,
G D
Sittin' on the floor.
G D
She never finishes, she abandons,
G D
Never shows a soul.
D F#m
And she's kind of like a movie,
G D
That everyone rushes to see.
G D
And no one understands it,
G D
Sittin' in their seats.
F#m G
She opens her mouth to speak and
F#m Bm
What comes out's a mystery,
F#m G
She's thought about, an' I've understood,
D
She's achin' to be
D F#m
Well she dances alone in nightclubs,
G D
Every other day of the week.
G D
People look right through her,
G D
Baby doll check your cheek.
D F#m
And she's kind of like a poet,
G D
Who finds it hard to speak.
G D
The colors come so slowly,
G D
Like the colors down a sheet.
Chorus
A G
I've been achin' for a while now, friend,
A G
I've been achin' hard for years.
D F#m G
D F#m
Well she's kind of like an artist,
G D
Who uses paints no more.
G D
She never shows what she's doing,
G D
She never shows a soul.
F#m G
I saw one of your pictures,
F#m Bm
There was nothin' that I could see,
G F#m
If no one's on your canvas,
G D
Well, I'm achin'... to be
F#m G
She closes her mouth to speak and
F#m Bm
She closes her eyes to see,
G F#m
She's thought about an' only love and
G D F#m G
She's achin'... to be
D F#m G D
Just like me.