Intro: Bb Dm (2x)
A ma[Bb]n of a thousand fa[Dm]ces
[Bb]Sits down at the [Dm]table
[Gm]Eats a small lump of [Bb]sugar
And [Gm]smiles at the moon like he [Bb]knows her
[Dm] And begins his quiet a[Bb]scension
[Dm] Without anyone's sturdy inst[Bb]ruction
[F] To a place of no rel[Bb-F]igion
[Gm] Has found a path to our alikeness
[Bb] His words are quiet like[Dm] stains are
[Bb] On a table cloth washed in a [Dm]river
[F]Stains that are trying to [Bb-F]cover, for each [Bb-F]other
[Gm] Or at least blend in with the pattern
[Bb] Good is better than [Dm]perfect
[Bb] Scrub til your fingers are[Dm] bleeding
[Gm] And I'm crying for [Bb]things that
[Gm] I tell others to do without [Bb]crying
[Dm] He used to go to his favorite [Bb]bookstores
[Dm] And rip out his favorite [Bb]pages
[Gm] And stuff them into his breast[Bb] pocket
[Gm] And the moon to him was a [Bb]stranger
[Dm] Now he sits down at the [Bb]table
[Dm] Right next to the [Bb]window
[Gm] And begins his quiet [Bb]ascension
[Gm] Without anyone's sturdy [Bb]instruction
[Gm] To a place of no [Bb]religion
[Gm] Has found a path to our a[Bb]likeness
[Gm] And eats a small lump of[Bb] sugar
[Gm] And smiles at the moon like he [C]knows her
A ma[Bb]n of a thousand fa[Dm]ces
[Bb]Sits down at the [Dm]table
[Gm]Eats a small lump of [Bb]sugar
And [Gm]smiles at the moon like he [Bb]knows her
[Dm] And begins his quiet a[Bb]scension
[Dm] Without anyone's sturdy inst[Bb]ruction
[F] To a place of no rel[Bb-F]igion
[Gm] Has found a path to our alikeness
[Bb] His words are quiet like[Dm] stains are
[Bb] On a table cloth washed in a [Dm]river
[F]Stains that are trying to [Bb-F]cover, for each [Bb-F]other
[Gm] Or at least blend in with the pattern
[Bb] Good is better than [Dm]perfect
[Bb] Scrub til your fingers are[Dm] bleeding
[Gm] And I'm crying for [Bb]things that
[Gm] I tell others to do without [Bb]crying
[Dm] He used to go to his favorite [Bb]bookstores
[Dm] And rip out his favorite [Bb]pages
[Gm] And stuff them into his breast[Bb] pocket
[Gm] And the moon to him was a [Bb]stranger
[Dm] Now he sits down at the [Bb]table
[Dm] Right next to the [Bb]window
[Gm] And begins his quiet [Bb]ascension
[Gm] Without anyone's sturdy [Bb]instruction
[Gm] To a place of no [Bb]religion
[Gm] Has found a path to our a[Bb]likeness
[Gm] And eats a small lump of[Bb] sugar
[Gm] And smiles at the moon like he [C]knows her
