intro : A# Dm ( 2x )

A# Dm
a man of a thousand faces
A# Dm
sits down at the table
Gm A#
eats a small lump of sugar
Gm A#
and smiles at the moon like he knows her
Dm A#
and begins his quiet ascension
Dm A#
without anyone’s sturdy instruction
F A# – F
to a place of no religion
Gm
has found a path to our alikeness

A# Dm
his words are quiet like stains are
A# Dm
on a table cloth washed in a river
F A# – F A# – F
stains that are trying to cover , for each other
Gm
or at least blend in with the pattern

A# Dm
good is better than perfect
A# Dm
scrub til your fingers are bleeding
Gm A#
and i’m crying for things that
Gm A#
i tell others to do without crying

Dm A#
he used to go to his favorite bookstores
Dm A#
and rip out his favorite pages
Gm A#
and stuff them into his breast pocket
Gm A#
and the moon to him was a stranger
Dm A#
now he sits down at the table
Dm A#
right next to the window
Gm A#
and begins his quiet ascension
Gm A#
without anyone’s sturdy instruction
Gm A#
to a place of no religion
Gm A#
has found a path to our alikeness
Gm A#
and eats a small lump of sugar
Gm C
and smiles at the moon like he knows her