Bright Eyes - Going for the gold

There's a ^Gvoice on the phone Telling ^Gwhat had happened Some kind of con^Bmfusion More like a dis^D7aster And it ^Gwondered how you Were lef^Gt unaffected But you had no ^Bmknowledge No, the chemicals ^D7covered you And so a j^Gury was formed As more ^Gliquor was poured No need for conv^Bmiction They're not thi^D7rsting for justice But sle^Gpt with the lies I keep i^Gnside my head I found out I wa^Bms guilty I found out I w^D7as guilty But I won'^Gt be around For the ^Gsentencing Because I'm leav^Bming Oh, on the next^D7 airplane

And though I ^Cknow that my ^Dactions are ^Gimpossible to ^Bmjustify They seem ^Cadequate to ^Dfill up my ^Gtime And if I could ^Ctalk to my^Dself like I ^Bmwas someone ^Emelse Then ^Cmaybe I could ^Dtake your a^Gdvice ^{Bm Em} And I wouldn't^C act like such an a^Dsshole all the time ^G

There's a ^Gfilm on the wall Makes th^Ge people look small Who are sitting ^Bmbeside it All consumed in^D7 the drama They must ^Greturn to their lives Once the^G hero has died They will drive ^Bmto the office Stopping somewh^D7ere for coffee Where the ^Gfolk singers, poets, and play^Gwrights convene Dispensing their^Bm wisdom Oh, dear amateu^D7r orator They will ^Gdetail their pain In some ^Gstandard refrain They will recite^Bm their sadness Like it's some ^D7kind of contest

Well, if it ^F#is I think I am ^Bmwinning it All beaming with ^Gconfidence As I ^Asus2make my final lap The gold medal ^F#gleams So hang it ^Bmaround my neck Because I am ^Gdeserving it The champion of ^Asus2idiots

But a ^Ckid carries his ^Dwalkman on that l^Gong bus ride to ^BmOmaha I know a ^Cgirl who cries when she ^Dpractices ^Gviolin Because each n^Cote sounds so ^Dpure, it just ^Bmcuts into ^Emher And then the ^Cmelody comes ^Dpouring out her ^Geyes ^{Bm Em} Now to ^Cme, everything e^Dlse, it just sounds like a lie. ^G