Jonathan Coulton

Red Shirt

Jonathan Coulton


Tom: A

Intro:

A D A D A D A D


Verse 1:

A              D
You hold up one hand
        F#m
Everyone waits
            E
Until we can move again
A               D
The burden of command
             F#m
Stands you up straight
            G
Something to prove again
             D
Blood in your eyes
              Bm
Screams on the radio
              A               D
They say, "Get out of there!"
         Bm
We aren't finished yet
                E            D
You tell them to grow a pair


Chorus:

A                          E
They said this air would be breathable
F#m                       D
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
A                      E
Something is pulling me up the hill
      D
I look down in my red shirt
      Bm             A
I look down in my red shirt

D A D A D A D


Verse 2:

A            D
This familiar place
         F#m
Sun in my eyes
               E
Right where I'm supposed to be
A              D
I can read your face
       F#m
I'm not surprised
           G
You move in close to me
        D
Then you decide
       Bm
Now I'm remembering
              A           D
I've seen this one before
            Bm
I can't stop watching it
            E             D
So what am I running for?


Chorus:

A                          E
They said this air would be breathable
F#m                       D
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
A                      E
You nod to me and point up the hill
      D
I look down in my red shirt
      Bm             F#m    E  D
I look down in my red shirt
         F#m    E  D
At my red shirt


Verse 3:

A               D
I don't hear the sound
          F#m
Everything slows
         E
All of it falls away
A                D
They don't turn around
        F#m
Everyone knows
           G
It won't be them today
              D
Instead it was me
           Bm
Go down dramatically
             A          D
Stretching it out a bit
            Bm
Still no one notices
                  E          D
When they write me out of it


Chorus:

A                          E
They said this air would be breathable
F#m                    D
I see the naked sky and I taste the dirt
A                    E
Dark at the edges and closing in
      D
I look down in my red shirt
      Bm             A
I look down in my red shirt