Verse
C G Em D
There are days I feel so lucky all I can think of is you dying
C G D
'cuz I'm worried that life owes me one
C G Em D
But the arbitrary happenstance of tragedy is tragic
C G D
So the more that these days wear on the more lucky I become
[Chorus]
C G Em D C D
Yeah that's why you're the voice in my mind (though it's inevitably crowded)
C G Em D C D
And I'll try to be the type of person you'd be proud of
[Verse 2]
C G Em D
Though it may be mawkish, And the alt weeklies think it's gauche
C G D
Some hack job that got sold in the room
C G Em D
D souvenir. D hallmark card. D little banjo hitter swing
C G D
That doesn't mean that it's not true
[Chorus]
C G Em D
Oh who could lie to you beam of light
C D
With a countenance that's shrouded?
C G Em D C D
You know I'll try to be the type of person you'd be proud of
[Outro]
C G
I know you try!
Em D
(to be a person you'd be proud of.)
C G
That voice in your mind!
Em D
(say, "Be a person you'd be proud of.")
C G
Oh beam of light!
Em D
(No, just a person you'd be proud of.)
C G
And who could lie
Em D
To a person you'd be proud of?