Tom: A
Introdução:
D E
Findin' new ways to be untrue
A D E A
Drinkin' my way through this month's rent
E A
Seems to be the best I can do
A D
Drunk and enraged and I'm showin' my age
E A
I dreamt away my money and my mind
D
No woman to call wife, I got no home to spend my life
E A
And no desire for either at this time
D
I'm showin' no signs of growing up at any time
E A
I keep a firm grasp upon my youth
D
And the subtlety of love is something I know nothing of
E A
And I have got no concept of the truth
Chorus
A D E A
Bridge: E A
It's all a matter of where you're going
B E
I don't know where I'm going from here
A D
Desperate ways seem to control my every day
E A
And it's hard to understand why I run
D
But this poet's dance is my last chance
E A
To lay down my pen and show you how it's done
Chorus
A E D A DA
Yeah it seems to be the best I can do