G                     C G              C   
I stand on this stage,  one empty page 
G              C G                
Nothing to tell, so little to sell 
          F          C                  G        C  G   C           
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down 

    G                 C        G             C 
I’m just what you see, there’s nothing to me 
  G               C     G 
A piece of the end that never has been 
          F          C                  G          
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down 
          C          D               G       C G  
Can’t you tell by my clothes I never made it 
          C            D                G    C G 
Can’t you hear that my songs just won’t sing 
          C         D           G       C G 
Can’t you see in my eyes that I hate it 
        F           C          Dsus4       
Wasting twenty four years on a dream 

Thanks for coming by to sit and watch me die 
God knows friends i might there’s three more shoulders tonight 
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down 

Chorus  
  
Thanks for coming by... 


by: José Duarte 
jtduarte1@gmail.com