A
I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town 
C
when the buildings started to shiver and shake.
Eb
Shimmering rain came down in sheets 
         D
and then glittered like glass on the empty streets.
        A
I could see your face in the wind
                 C
I could hear the orchestral storm begin to sing:
          Eb                                 
“It's the end, it's the goddamn end! 
               D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!”


[Chorus]
       A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
       C
It's a matter of complete control.
             Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
             D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul. 

(x2)

[Verse]
A
So there I was, right? Stuck in the street.
      C
Not a soul for miles, on my own two feet.
Eb
Glittering glass, piles of trash, 
D
stuttering into the wind, wind, wind.
        A
I could see your face in the air,
        C
I could taste your skin on my lips.
    Eb
But this is the end, this is the end! 
               D
Come on, baby, light that, light that fire!


[Chorus]
       A
It's a matter of simple deduction.
       C
It's a matter of complete control.
             Eb
You can hold hands with the man in the tower,
             D
but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul. 

(x2)


[Instrumental]
A C Eb D (x2)
End on A