Tabbed by Owen Tosh
mailfortytwo@gmail.com
http://42.servehttp.com

Intro:

Restless is dawn as it wanders the farm house
A new day awaits though he?s worked through the night
Patiently planting his thoughts on the pages
Under the mumble of kerosene light

Off to the West you can feel it coming
A thick, steel vein for a river of power
Carelessly turning the earth into wasteland
As thousands of years disappear in an hour

Hold your ground on the wrong side of the plough
They?re closer now to a cold, black, broken line
Hold your ground when they come to cut you down
They?re closer now to the rock that breaks the tines

Can?t see what you do from back in the boardroom
Faceless equations of profit and cost
They wave you away like a fly on the radar
But keep coming back and you?ll throw them off course

Though it?s always been this way
Doesn?t mean that it?s your fate
But you know it takes the
Strength of heart and mind
And the faith someday the world will see your side
Nothing is lost if you give yourself wholly
Nothing is gained if you keep it inside

Instrumental Ending:

G Bm A D (repeat)

capo 3rd

Intro: C F C F

Verse 1:

Saturday morning a while before daylight I?m
Lying here hoping for rain
By tomorrow I could be anywhere
Passing streetcars alive without breathing
I?m lost in the city again
Without a purpose I can?t believe anything

Pre-Chorus:

And I know it?s not my place
To be asking these questions
but I can?t just chase
every world that I see because

Chorus:

This isn?t real life
This isn?t happening
Seems so believable
But it?s not the real thing
This isn?t real life
It?s just some enormous lie
And I know I?ll be fine this isn?t real life

Verse 2: (see above chords)

Such a mystery
Am I supposed to believe these illusions are real
Out of focus, step out of character
Into a world I can feel
Maybe it?s only a sense of propriety
Keeping us grounded at all
Or we?d run screaming
Into the morning and out of control

Pre-Chorus 2:

Maybe I can find some piece of a world I can handle
Or a common line, any one sign
All a part of me

Chorus 2:

This isn?t real life
This isn?t happening
Seems so believable
But it?s not the real thing
This isn?t real life
It?s just an enormous lie
And we?ll be fine if we can find a real life

Outro:

Intro:
F# F# F# F# F# F#…
Bagpipes:
F# F# Bm Bm E E Bm Bm x2

Verse 1:

Listen
The world is listening in
Every name and number
Suddenly I can?t believe my eyes
We?re gonna need those alibis
Hoping it all just fades away
Maybe they?re all just paper
Airplanes and imaginary cries
They?re not your neighbour

Chorus:

We all have our alibis
We?ve got our reasons and our reasonable words
But we all just hide our eyes and make believe we never heard
And when the sirens rise
We?re gonna need those alibis

Bagpipes 2: F# F# Bm Bm E E Bm Bm

Vs. 2

Helpless and hopeless on the screen
Maybe another channel
Might change the dialogue
To talk about it doesn?t hurt at all

Chorus:

We all have our alibis
We?ve got our reasons and our reasonable words
We talk and talk as though there?s nothing to it
We can change it all
As long as we don?t have to do it
We all have our alibis
We?ve got our reasons and we
Lie and lie and lie
We all have our alibis
We?ve got our reasons
We?ve got our reasons

And if we?re not afraid to fall
We?re not listening at all
And when the silence fills the sky
We’re gonna need those alibis

Outro: D
What does it matter if they’re all lies

Tabbed by Owen Tosh
mailfortytwo@gmail.com
http://42.servehttp.com

Chords:

e –3—-2—-0—-3–|
B –3—-3—-0—-3–|
G –0—-2—-0—-0–|
D –2—-0—-2—-0–|
A –3—-0—-2—-2–|
E –0—-X—-0—-3–|

capo @ 3rd fret

Intro:

Everything’s so still
I think the wind is watching from it’s
Northwest window sill
Looking straight ahead
I feel a bit too far for comfort
Won’t you take my hand

I hope this is only the end of the show
And we all get leading roles

The doors we close behind
They’re never locked and always draughty
Hands, hearts, and brains
Are irreparably changed
And many miles down the road
On a night that’s dark and stormy we’ll be
Sold to the sky
In a violent flash of light

Well I thought the set was real
Till our friends went to their dressing rooms
And I felt the cardboard trees
So now here we are
We’re all alone and naked ‘neath these
White, fluorescent stars

Story told, the credits roll
The lights are up, it’s time to go