Tom: C
C F
Time is jammed and flying fast
G C
Brakes are bad the pot holes rough
F
I’m out here running from the past
G C
What we had was not enough
Am G
Heard she’s just touched down in Hollywood
F G
And her friends all say she’s looking good
C F
I saw it coming from the start
G C
She’s a moving work of art
The night is thick the moon rings red
The stars are out of place
My mind is liquid in my head
Beneath the waves I see her face
Bet she pulls herself some tall coin down
Turning heads out there in Tinsel Town
She’s so cool it breaks your heart
She’s a moving work of art
Who we were and what we had
Keeps me guessing to this day
It’s enough to drive me mad
She’s a million miles away
I know she’s out there thinking on her feet
Making passes thrown fall incomplete
She’s as smooth as she is smart
She’s a moving work of art
