Play For Today

Intro: C - Am - F - C (x2) 



[Verso 1]

          C                         Am 
I'm in a play written today about a boy 
                             F 
Who hides in attics when the sun is up 
                C 
Everyone is at work 
            C 
What will I do? Where will I go? 
            Am 
Show me the way 
                               F 
The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb 
                      C 
Show the way to grow old 

           G 
Love is a guide 
                          Am 
The endless river of the soul 
            F 
But we are mean 
                           C 
The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone 
            G 
Lust is my friend 
                           Am 
She comes to me when I am tired 



[Refrão]
 
           C               Caug 
Life is a road, death is a myth 
           C6                  C7 
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood 
           F                    C 
Work is a sentence, family's a drag 
                 G 
This house is a trap 

C - Am - F - C 



[Verso 2]

          C                          Am 
I'm in a play written today about a girl 
                            F 
She gets on perfectly with young and old 
                C 
Everybody loves her 
                C 
What would she wear? The cut of her hair? 
                  Am 
The way that she slides 
                     F 
Gracefully into the working week 
                         C 
She hides her baggage inside 

             G 
She's got a friend 
                          Am 
An ugly monster that will eat your face 
            F 
She has to cry 
                      C 
A hefty catalogue of wasted time 
             G 
She's got a friend 
                            Am 
A lonely monster that will prey on you 



[Refrão]

           C                 Caug 
Life is a secret, death is a myth 
           C6                  C7 
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood 
           F                    C 
Work is a sentence, family's a drag 
                G 
This house is a trap 

           C                Caug 
Life is a secret, death is a myth 
           C6                  C7 
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood 
           F                    C 
Work is a sentence, family's a drag 
                G 
This house is a trap 

C - Am - F - C (x2) 



[Verso 2]
 
        C                        Am 
I'm a play written today about a boy 
                        F 
Tired and melancholy, takes the weight 
                        C 
Takes the weight of the world 
           C 
I walked alone, loving the sun 
             Am 
Walking the earth 
                            F 
A worn-out sister who is twenty three 
                     C 
Dried and wrinkled, alone 

                G 
I'll give you a month 
                             Am 
To see past shadows in your sacred night 
           F 
Give you a week 
                      C 
To look Medusa in the eye 
                G 
I'll give you a month 
                        Am 
To notice heaven at the side of stage 

F - C - F - C 

F/C                     C   
You're king inside your head 
F/C                     C 
You're sitting on a throne of sand 
F/C                     C 
You're pushing back the tide 
F/C                  C 
So lift the mountain up 
F/C             C 
So tie the writers' ribbons down 
F/C                C 
Assemble all your troops 
F/C                C 
We go to war with metaphors 
F/C               C                     F/C 
You suddenly see sense, (I suddenly see sense) 
                        C 
And when you do, I'll have the higher ground 
F/C                 C 
You're not the king of me 
F/C                     C 
I'll take my chance and play for tyranny 
F/C                 C 
I build the sets, I light the scene 
F/C                 C 
We're prettier when we are on the screen 
F/C                 C 
I build the sets, I light the scene 
F/C                     C 
We're braver when we're on the sacred screen 
F/C                     C 
The backstage of your life 
F/C                          C 
It's filled with dust and lines you should have sung 
F/C                     C 
The backstage of your life 
F/C                     C 
It's filled with echoes of the ones you loved