Intro: Bb Dm (2x)
Bb Dm
A man of a thousand faces
Bb Dm
Sits down at the table
Gm Bb
Eats a small lump of sugar
Gm Bb
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
Dm Bb
And begins his quiet ascension
Dm Bb
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
F Bb-F
To a place of no religion
Bdim
Has found a path to our alikeness
Bb Dm
His words are quiet like stains are
Bb Dm
On a table cloth washed in a river
F Bb-F Bb-F
Stains that are trying to cover, for each other
Bdim
Or at least blend in with the pattern
Bb Dm
Good is better than perfect
Bb Dm
Scrub til your fingers are bleeding
Gm Bb
And I'm crying for things that
Gm Bb
I tell others to do without crying
Dm Bb
He used to go to his favorite bookstores
Dm Bb
And rip out his favorite pages
Gm Bb
And stuff them into his breast pocket
Gm Bb
And the moon to him was a stranger
Dm Bb
Now he sits down at the table
Dm Bb
Right next to the window
Gm Bb
And begins his quiet ascension
Gm Bb
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
Gm Bb
To a place of no religion
Gm Bb
Has found a path to our alikeness
Gm Bb
And eats a small lump of sugar
Gm C
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
