Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Songs From The West Coast
(This intro part is played in thrids. The eighth note and the third note in the scale
The following two lines are written as the key the third is played on.)
[G] [A] [Bb] [B] [Bb] [A] [G] [Fmaj7+9][C]
[G] [A] [Bb] [B] [Bb] [A] [G] [Fmaj7+9][C]
There's some[G] things I don't have now
[Bb]Some things I don't talk about[Bbsus2][Bb]
These thin[C]gs are between myself and I[G]
In my th[F]ick skull the joker [C] [Csus4] hides [G]
There's consequences I'm scared to taste
Cold hard truths I can't face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass
And ev[F]erywhere I look ther[C]e's something to[F/C] lear[C]n[G]
A s[F]liver of truth from every bri[C]dge w[Csus4]e burn[G]
A [F]hatful of qua[C]rters and a [F]naked so[C]ng[G]
Don't an[F]swer the question[C] of where we [D]belong[G/D][D]
How come birds [G]
Don't fall from the sky whe[C]n they die?[G]
How come birds[Eb]
Always look for a quiet pl[F]ace to hide
These wor[G]ds
Can't explain what I feel i[C]nside?[G]
Like bi[Eb]rds I need a quiet[F] place to hide[G][A][Bb][B][Bb][A][G][Fmaj7+9][C]
[G] [A] [Bb] [B] [Bb] [A] [G] [Fmaj7+9][C]
These independent moves I make
This confidence I try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark
And everything I hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
Don't answer the question of what I am to you
Solo:
[F] [C] [F/C] [C] [G]
[F] [C] [Csus4] [G]
[F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
[F] [C] [D] [G/D] [D]
Copyright (c) Mark van Gerven Netherlands
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Songs From The West Coast
(This intro part is played in thrids. The eighth note and the third note in the scale
The following two lines are written as the key the third is played on.)
[G] [A] [Bb] [B] [Bb] [A] [G] [Fmaj7+9][C]
[G] [A] [Bb] [B] [Bb] [A] [G] [Fmaj7+9][C]
There's some[G] things I don't have now
[Bb]Some things I don't talk about[Bbsus2][Bb]
These thin[C]gs are between myself and I[G]
In my th[F]ick skull the joker [C] [Csus4] hides [G]
There's consequences I'm scared to taste
Cold hard truths I can't face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass
And ev[F]erywhere I look ther[C]e's something to[F/C] lear[C]n[G]
A s[F]liver of truth from every bri[C]dge w[Csus4]e burn[G]
A [F]hatful of qua[C]rters and a [F]naked so[C]ng[G]
Don't an[F]swer the question[C] of where we [D]belong[G/D][D]
How come birds [G]
Don't fall from the sky whe[C]n they die?[G]
How come birds[Eb]
Always look for a quiet pl[F]ace to hide
These wor[G]ds
Can't explain what I feel i[C]nside?[G]
Like bi[Eb]rds I need a quiet[F] place to hide[G][A][Bb][B][Bb][A][G][Fmaj7+9][C]
[G] [A] [Bb] [B] [Bb] [A] [G] [Fmaj7+9][C]
These independent moves I make
This confidence I try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark
And everything I hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
Don't answer the question of what I am to you
Solo:
[F] [C] [F/C] [C] [G]
[F] [C] [Csus4] [G]
[F] [C] [F] [C] [G]
[F] [C] [D] [G/D] [D]
Copyright (c) Mark van Gerven Netherlands
