Acordes Utilizados
   Bm   Bm/A   G    D    A   A/C#  A#dim   Em   F#   F#m    
E|--2----2-----2----2----0----x------0-----0-----2-----
B|--3----3-----2----3----2----2------2-----0-----2-----
G|--4----4-----0----2----2----2------3-----0-----3-----
D|--4----4-----0----0----2----2------2-----2-----4-----
A|--2----0-----2----x----0----4------1-----2-----4-----
E|--x----x-----3----x----x----x------x-----0-----2-----
  A#   
E|2----1--| 
B|2----3--| 
G|2----3--| 
D|4----3--| 
A|4----1--| 
E|2----x--| 


Esta es mi versión, espero que les guste. Si escuchan 
bien la canción notaran que
salvo por pocos detalles las notas estan totalmente 
correctas.

Verse 1
Bm    Bm/A G     D          A         A/C#      A#dim
 I sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these 
men who
            G              D          A         A/C#
come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots
           Em         G           F#
From these places that I'll never go.
Bm       Bm/A G     D          A         A/C#
 I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me
     A#dim               G             D         A     
what little I get of the love that we'd like to imagine
   A/C#
 is left
       Em          G             F#
Of the love that we never did know
G                                    D          
 I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a 
          A
million books
Em         (F#m)    G               (G/F#) Em        
 It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but
              F#
 it sure reads good

Chorus 1
               Bm              G     D
And If I could make it work in life
                 A
Like it works on paper
        A#             F
If the love that I describe
         Gm            A
Could be anything but words
              Bm               G
Then I would wipe my eyes  I'd dry this ink
    Bm                   G
I'd trade my pen in on a pair of wings
      D                 A
And I would... I would fly
   Em      G     F#                Bm
If I could only make it work in life

Verse2
             Bm/A G     D          A         A/C#      
And at the end of every night I add up the tips that I 
A#dim
count for what might
       G         D          A         A/C#
not come down to a thing that amounts to a lie
        Em         G           F#
And the sum of it all I'm afraid
Bm               Bm/A G      D       A             
 Is less then what I know I need to slip beneath the 
   A/C#      A#dim
surface of my forgeries
        G         D           A            A/C#
Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams
      Em          G           F#
Still stir me and steal me away.
G                                  D                 
 And I can still hear Dineh Bikeyah call just like we
     A
 were kids
Em      (F#m)        G       (G/F#) Em            
I could tell you all about it in a song  But Lord I 
     F#
wish...

Chorus2
           Bm              G     D
 ...that I could make it work in life
                 A
Like it works on paper
        A#             F
If the love that I describe
         Gm            A
Could be anything but words
              Bm               G
Then I would wipe my eyes  I'd dry this ink
    Bm                   G
I'd trade my pen in on a pair of wings
      D                 A
And I would... Fly
   Em      G     F#                Bm  Bm/A   G   D
If I could only make it work in life
    A     A/C#   G        Em    Bm
If I could only make it work... in life.