Capo 2 

Intro: G F C G (x4) 


G             F           C                                  G  
Your face is looking like Someone you forgot you used to know 
G                    F                 C                                     G  
You were looking for rhymes and reason They forgot the things you used to know 
G            F                  C                            G 
You came to rely on good fortune Your mother's screaming low 
G                    F                        C      D                          
With the sky in the eye And jump through the window 


Eb              Bb              Eb 
You've made your own room at the top 
Eb       Bb             Eb 
But it's getting thin on air 
Eb       Bb                   F 
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair 
Eb              Bb            Eb 
And when you're feeling fit to drop 
Eb       Bb                Eb  
And you find there's no one there 
Eb        Bb                  F 
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair 


G                F           C                                  G  
You don't wanna shout about it But it's nothing you care to know 
G                       F           C                                  G  
Your friends they just laugh about it In the places that you never go 
G             F           C                                    G  
You cannot deny your good fortune Your friends they won't let go 
G                    F                        C      D                          
See your hair is in place And see away from the window 


Eb              Bb              Eb 
You've made your own room at the top 
Eb       Bb             Eb 
But it's getting thin on air 
Eb       Bb                   F 
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair 
Eb              Bb            Eb 
And when you're feeling fit to drop 
Eb       Bb                Eb  
And you find there's no one there 
Eb        Bb                  F 
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair 

G  F  C  G (X4) 


G                F                C                               G  
You're the judge how high it hangs When your castle's made of sand 
G                  F                 C                                  G  
Because the people who kill the king Are the people who move from within 
G             F               C                            G  
You can't rely on good fortune Your friends are crying low 
G                       F                          C     D                          
Kick your feet from the chair And let it slip from the gallow 


Eb              Bb              Eb 
You've made your own room at the top 
Eb       Bb             Eb 
But it's getting thin on air 
Eb       Bb                   F 
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair 
Eb              Bb            Eb 
And when you're feeling fit to drop 
Eb       Bb                Eb  
And you find there's no one there 
Eb        Bb                  F 
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair 


Eb  Bb  Eb 
Eb  Bb  F