C             Em       
Today, I feel close to ill
D              Am
It seems to be alright
C                Em
Steady hands and steady feet
D              Am
I push you far behind
C                Em
Miles to go, I'm drifting slow
D                      Am
This wholesome life of mine
C              Em
Mother told us not to go
   D              Am
No fingers in the fire

Em  Em7  Em
Alright

  C                      D         B7         
I am only as good as you want me to be
  C                 A7         D7            B7
I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak
    C                    D        B7
I am only as good as you want me to be
  A                  D
I don't know what I'm doing
            B7      
It's easy to see

C  Em  D  Am
Mmm

G                             A             C
Pages after pages I write for me and no one else
G                
Standing tall, no brick in the wall
  A            Am
I take care of myself
G            D
Fickle is as fickle does
   A        C
As solitary links