CAPO 2
He cut your strings so that [G]he could float
- lit by lights, lifted by [D]alcohol
- over acres of l[Am]oving coast,
far away from your l[C]onely ghost.[D]
Now he's[G] cool and all,
floating anchorless. P[D]orts of call:
where it's fabulous[Am], after all
of this watching himse[C]lf just crawl.[D]
T[Em]hink y[A]ou s[C]ee h[G]im?
H[D]e's not there,
that's just[Am] light
that's not yet[C] dead.
W[Em]ait t[A]wo [C]hou[G]rs
and w[D]atch what'll be there in[Am]stead.
Was he sm[G]all and cold,
like a ring you call [D]up from home,
held so tightly his l[Am]imbs went numb,
worn away between your f[C]inger and thumb?[D]
Well, now he's [G]bought and sold.
Cry his call number d[D]own the phone,
he can't hear you ' h[Am]e's on his float,
waving down to the fo[C]lks at home.[D]
[Em]Think y[A]ou s[C]ee h[G]im?
H[D]e's not there,
that's just[Am] light
that's not yet[C] dead.
W[Em]ait t[A]wo [C]hou[G]rs
and w[D]atch what'll be there in[Am]stead.
[Em] As the c[D]ameras love a[C]ll of his f[Am]aces,
they h[G]ide all the tr[Em]aces of y[D]ou in his he[C]art.
[Em] Stand in l[G]ine to hold fo[C]rth on his g[Am]race,
but you w[Em]on't even get a head[Am]-start,
Get a he[C]ad st[D]art
[G] [D] [Am] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [Am] [C] [D]
As his cl[G]ose-up comes
cascading down from ab[D]ove,
the eyes of a nation in l[Am]ove
are looking on all of their h[C]opes
held [D]up.
And the w[G]ords that some
screenwriter counted and ch[D]ose,
and then set in their sequence and f[Am]roze,
unfreeze on his tongue as he sp[C]eaks
for all of [D]us
but o[G]ne.
And honey, he's[D] gone.
And baby, he's[Am] everyone's.
In the d[C]ark sky ton[D]ight,
cast your e[G]yes
on the d[D]im light
that he [Am]will become.
You're like[C] eve[D]ryone
Who t[Em]hinks th[A]ey s[C]ee h[G]im
H[D]e's not there,
that's just[Am] light
that's not yet[C] dead.
W[Em]ait t[A]wo [C]hou[G]rs
and w[D]atch what'll be there in[Am]stead.
He cut your strings so that [G]he could float
- lit by lights, lifted by [D]alcohol
- over acres of l[Am]oving coast,
far away from your l[C]onely ghost.[D]
Now he's[G] cool and all,
floating anchorless. P[D]orts of call:
where it's fabulous[Am], after all
of this watching himse[C]lf just crawl.[D]
T[Em]hink y[A]ou s[C]ee h[G]im?
H[D]e's not there,
that's just[Am] light
that's not yet[C] dead.
W[Em]ait t[A]wo [C]hou[G]rs
and w[D]atch what'll be there in[Am]stead.
Was he sm[G]all and cold,
like a ring you call [D]up from home,
held so tightly his l[Am]imbs went numb,
worn away between your f[C]inger and thumb?[D]
Well, now he's [G]bought and sold.
Cry his call number d[D]own the phone,
he can't hear you ' h[Am]e's on his float,
waving down to the fo[C]lks at home.[D]
[Em]Think y[A]ou s[C]ee h[G]im?
H[D]e's not there,
that's just[Am] light
that's not yet[C] dead.
W[Em]ait t[A]wo [C]hou[G]rs
and w[D]atch what'll be there in[Am]stead.
[Em] As the c[D]ameras love a[C]ll of his f[Am]aces,
they h[G]ide all the tr[Em]aces of y[D]ou in his he[C]art.
[Em] Stand in l[G]ine to hold fo[C]rth on his g[Am]race,
but you w[Em]on't even get a head[Am]-start,
Get a he[C]ad st[D]art
[G] [D] [Am] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [Am] [C] [D]
As his cl[G]ose-up comes
cascading down from ab[D]ove,
the eyes of a nation in l[Am]ove
are looking on all of their h[C]opes
held [D]up.
And the w[G]ords that some
screenwriter counted and ch[D]ose,
and then set in their sequence and f[Am]roze,
unfreeze on his tongue as he sp[C]eaks
for all of [D]us
but o[G]ne.
And honey, he's[D] gone.
And baby, he's[Am] everyone's.
In the d[C]ark sky ton[D]ight,
cast your e[G]yes
on the d[D]im light
that he [Am]will become.
You're like[C] eve[D]ryone
Who t[Em]hinks th[A]ey s[C]ee h[G]im
H[D]e's not there,
that's just[Am] light
that's not yet[C] dead.
W[Em]ait t[A]wo [C]hou[G]rs
and w[D]atch what'll be there in[Am]stead.
