Intro: BbDm (2x)
BbDmA man of a thousand faces
BbDm
Sits down at the table
GmBb
Eats a small lump of sugar
GmBb
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
DmBb
And begins his quiet ascension
DmBb
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
FBb-F
To a place of no religion
Bdim
Has found a path to our alikeness
BbDm
His words are quiet like stains are
BbDm
On a table cloth washed in a river
FBb-FBb-F
Stains that are trying to cover, for each other
Bdim
Or at least blend in with the pattern
BbDm
Good is better than perfect
BbDm
Scrub til your fingers are bleeding
GmBb
And I'm crying for things that
GmBb
I tell others to do without crying
DmBb
He used to go to his favorite bookstores
DmBb
And rip out his favorite pages
GmBb
And stuff them into his breast pocket
GmBb
And the moon to him was a stranger
DmBb
Now he sits down at the table
DmBb
Right next to the window
GmBb
And begins his quiet ascension
GmBb
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
GmBb
To a place of no religion
GmBb
Has found a path to our alikeness
GmBb
And eats a small lump of sugar
GmC
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
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