Regina Spektor - Man of a thousand faces

A ma^Bbn of a thousand fa^Dmces ^BbSits down at the ^Dmtable ^GmEats a small lump of ^Bbsugar And ^Gmsmiles at the moon like he ^Bbknows her ^Dm And begins his quiet a^Bbscension ^Dm Without anyone's sturdy inst^Bbruction F Bb-F To a place of no religion ^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 ^Dmriver F Bb-F Bb-F Stains that are trying to cover, for each other ^Gm Or at least blend in with the pattern

^Bb Good is better than ^Dmperfect ^Bb Scrub til your fingers are^Dm bleeding ^Gm And I'm crying for ^Bbthings that ^Gm I tell others to do without ^Bbcrying

^Dm He used to go to his favorite ^Bbbookstores ^Dm And rip out his favorite ^Bbpages ^Gm And stuff them into his breast^Bb pocket ^Gm And the moon to him was a ^Bbstranger ^Dm Now he sits down at the ^Bbtable ^Dm Right next to the ^Bbwindow ^Gm And begins his quiet ^Bbascension ^Gm Without anyone's sturdy ^Bbinstruction ^Gm To a place of no ^Bbreligion ^Gm Has found a path to our a^Bblikeness ^Gm And eats a small lump of^Bb sugar ^Gm And smiles at the moon like he ^Cknows her