The Good Life - An acquaintance strikes a chord

he br^Dmoke his old guitar. he cou^Amldn't make it sing. the st^Gmrings had grown so worn they made his fingers b^Gmleed. soon aft^Dmer the event he made an^Am acquaintance whose finger^Gms bled as well, forming scabs^Gm that never heal.

would you play a^Am song for me? some wiltin^Gg melody that dr^Fifts over the sunflowers to some far ^Eaway country. won't you play ^Ama song for me? ^Gwith words like push pins? they sti^Fck into my heart... and blee^Ed out resonance

these son^Amgs are all asleep. they lay dormant^G inside of me. this vac^Fant recitation..i can't re^Esuscitate them. won't you play ^Ama song for me? let the wor^Gds escape your mouth! scr^Feam out what you've lost! in so^Eng it will be found.

he br^Dmoke his old guitar. he smas^Amhed it on his bedpost, where he used ^Gmto dream up lovers kissing his forehea^Amd, &qu^Cot;good ^Gmorning." F