Working Titles

  C/G
You could mess up my life in a poem
   G
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
  Am
There's no need to change any sentence
  F/C
When you always decide where I go next

  C/G
Many nights you would hide from the audience
   G
When they were not in tune with your progress
  Am
In the end you're a fool like the journalist
  F/C
Who turns what she's seeing into business

  C/G
You could use to be more like a hero
   G
A darker shade of damage distortion
  Am
Wearing death like a cape or a costume
  F/C
Cut your ties and leave town when you want to

  C/G
Killing time 'til I pass through the chamber
   G
Or the room you keep my replacement
  Am
so fed up, still you're starving on paper
  F/C
You're no him, but he's you, only better

  C/G
Leave me an exit to damage
   G
I could use a ledge to jump off of
  Am
I wasn't lying when I said this was over
  F/C
I have questions that lead to more questions

  C/G
Running time that will cut off my fingers
   G
You wrote about me on every new record
  Am
And I'll show up in a title of your song
  F/C
I only hope somebody requests it

  C/G             G           Am           F/C
What's it like for you in Washington
  C/G             G           Am           F/C
I've only seen photos of Washington
  C/G             G           Am           F/C
I'll never know

C/G                 G
Leave me Manhattan, I want the evergreens
Am                    F/C
Write me a song I can sing in my sleep
   C/G                        G
As sure as the rain that will fall where you stand
Am           F/C
I want you and the skyline, these are my demands

  C/G             G           Am           F/C
What's it like for you in Washington
  C/G             G           Am           F/C
I've only seen photos of Washington
  C/G
I'll never know