F
C/E
Dm
Tune me in to
C
the
Bb
wild side of
F
life
Bb
I’m an innocent
F
young child
C
sharp
Csus4
as
C
a
F
knife
C/E
Dm
Take me to the garretts where
C
the
Bb
artists
F
have
died
Bb
Show me the courtrooms where the
A7
judges have l
Dm
ied
Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that’s really me on the shelf
Bb7
And each day I learn just a
Eb7
little bit more
Ab7
I don’t know why but I
Db7
do know what for
Bb7
If we’re all going somewhere
Eb7
let’s get there
Ab7
soon
Oh this
Db7
song’s got no
Gb7
title just
G
words and a
B/C
tune
F/C
C
F
C/E
Take me down alleys where the murders are done
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
I’d study my subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel
Over the word “tune” it should be a Bb/C, not B/C.