F                       C
 There's a life full, dangling from string
      F             C
 It's slowly swaying over my head now
       F                            C       G
 As I jot down the words that will never be solved
     Am                    G
 And wait for my headache to numb

         F                           C
 And the wind sounds as if the world's sighing
         F                 C
 And the moon's just a torn fingernail
        F                   C      G
 As the TV flickers in homes by the wall
       Am                      G
 And I wait for my eyesight to fade


      F         C           Am               G
 So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it's so damn slow
      F         C           Am               G
 So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it's so damn slow

 Not pride, I choke on ambition
 And the old folks circle their graves
 And the young ones are busy destroying their heirs
 And the heirs are still just wasting away

 I sit and watch this screen for a message
 Some kind of sign that says we're ok
 But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing on
 And I wait for my conscience to break