Intro
E B C#m A

        E
And the moment will come when composure returns
      B
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
        C#m
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
         A
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
          E
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
        B
And for once in your life you've got nothing to say
          C#m
And could this be the time when somebody will come
         A
To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone"

E B C#m A

       E
Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
         B
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
       C#m
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
         A
Yeah, it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
        E
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
             B
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
       C#m
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
      A
After all that you've done, boy, I know you're going to pay 

E B C#m Ax2

       E
In the morning you come to the ladies salon
       B
To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
        C#m
But the people are living far away from the place
          A
Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste
        E
And the puzzle will last until somebody will say
           B
"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
       C#m
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
         A
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine

Intrumental
E B C#m A 

        E
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
     B
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
         C#m
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
        A
You can look at yourself, sleep the clock around 

Outro
E B C#m A