F       G       C        F
F       G       C        F
F       G       C   E7   Am
Dm              G   
F   C   Dm  G   C
   F             G            C          F
So what’s in the back of your little red book?
    F          G              C        F
And why do you smile when you know I’m done?
        F           G         C    E7  Am
There’s bait on the air and a lazy old sun
   Dm                     G
To keep the heat in every inkling
   Dm                     G
A forest fire of sideways thinking
    C      F   G
The tricks all tried
  C    F   G
A thousand times
   F  C    Dm   G   C
To wrestle down the wind

    F           G           C       F
You fade in the haze of the opening road
   F             G          C        F
I fought for you once but I must let go
    F        G             C    E7   Am
Cos how many years can you keep this whole?
    Dm                  G
Too many other cats are craving
        Dm                        G
They’re polishing their claws and saying
   C  F    G
In fifteen words
     C    F  G
What took me years
   F    C  Dm   G C   C   C   C
To hang my name upon

[Harmonica Break]
|1  2  |1  2  |1  2
|F     |C     |C 

|1  2  |1  2  |1  2
|F     |C     |C

|1  2  |1  2  |1  2  |1  2  |1  2
|F     |G     |C  E7 |F     |F

|1  2  |1  2  |1  2  |1  2  |1
|F  E7 |C  F  |   G  |   C  |C

  F                G        C         F
A crowd flowed the isles as Euripides slunk
     F            G             C            F
Over yellow stone cliffs to the home that he loved
    F          G                   C   E7   Am
You seize this disease ’til you’re all used up
   Dm                  G
Consoling every unpaid artist
    Dm                         G
The chance to finish what they started
 F  C   Dm  G  C
Another Sunday psalm