The Final Cut

[Verse 1]
F                                         F/C C
Through the fisheyed lens of tear stained eyes
      Bb                                        F
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
                                       F/C  C
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
    Bb                                                    F/A
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
Bb                     F                      F/A
  If you negotiate the minefield in the drives
Bb                                     F              F/A
  And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
Bb           C                    Dm
  And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Gm
  Disal the combination,
open the priesthole
                           C F
And if I'm in I'll tell you

[Chorus]
Am                                     F
  There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Am                                  C
  Making love to girls in magazines.
   Bb                                      Dm
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new  found faith.
Gm
  Could anybody love him
                            F
Or is it just a crazy dream?

[Verse 2]
F/C C Bb F    F                    C
          And if I show you my dark side
                   Bb     F
Will you still hold  me tonight?
                 C
And if I open my heart to you
                    Bb
And show you my weak  side
What would you do?
F F/A
Bb                                     F
  Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Bb
  Would you take the children asway
F                   F/A
 And leave me alone?
    Bb             C
And smile in reassurance
       Dm
As you whisper down the phone?
Gm
  Would you send me packing?
C                          F
 Or would you take me home?

[Solo]
| Am - - - | F  - - - | Am - - - | C - - - |
| Bb - - - | Dm - - - | Gm - - - | - - - C |
| F  - - - |

[Chorus]
Am                               F
  Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Am                                  C
  Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
  Bb
I held the blade in trembling hands
   Dm                  Gm
Prepared to make it but  just then the phone rang
                                        F
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
C Fsus4 F