Tom: F#m
Dm A
And if the conversation's right,
Dm A
He'll ask the audience to throw away all his
F#m Bm
instruments tonight.
Dm A
It's all he's known for all his life,
Dm A F#m
He's got the opera house believin' him that there's just no end
Bm
They're throwing down all their papers now,
Bm
Knowing not what he sings about,
D
And casting away the one's who say:
Chorus
A F#m D
He's trapped within his ways
Bm A
His records and his tapes
F#m D Bm A
Appropriate escape from ordinary days.
Dm A
They call him line connection aim,
Dm A F#m Bm
They raise the pennants high, they're cheering their new-found hero of the game.
Dm A
But it's all he'll know for all his life,
Dm A F#m
He burns the opera house, he's telling himself there's just no end
Bm
He's throwing down all his papers now
Bm
Knowing not what he sings about,
D
And casting away the ones who say:
Chorus
A F#m D
He's trapped within his ways
Bm A
His records and his tapes
F#m D Bm A
Appropriate escape from ordinary days.
