Tom: C
C/G
You could mess up my life in a poem
G
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
Am
There's no need to change any sentence
F/C
When you always decide where I go next
C/G
Many nights you would hide from the audience
G
When they were not in tune with your progress
Am
In the end you're a fool like the journalist
F/C
Who turns what she's seeing into business
C/G
You could use to be more like a hero
G
A darker shade of damage distortion
Am
Wearing death like a cape or a costume
F/C
Cut your ties and leave town when you want to
C/G
Killing time 'til I pass through the chamber
G
Or the room you keep my replacement
Am
so fed up, still you're starving on paper
F/C
You're no him, but he's you, only better
C/G
Leave me an exit to damage
G
I could use a ledge to jump off of
Am
I wasn't lying when I said this was over
F/C
I have questions that lead to more questions
C/G
Running time that will cut off my fingers
G
You wrote about me on every new record
Am
And I'll show up in a title of your song
F/C
I only hope somebody requests it
C/G G Am F/C
What's it like for you in Washington
C/G G Am F/C
I've only seen photos of Washington
C/G G Am F/C
I'll never know
C/G G
Leave me Manhattan, I want the evergreens
Am F/C
Write me a song I can sing in my sleep
C/G G
As sure as the rain that will fall where you stand
Am F/C
I want you and the skyline, these are my demands
C/G G Am F/C
What's it like for you in Washington
C/G G Am F/C
I've only seen photos of Washington
C/G
I'll never know
