C
Lord
G
Show me a sign
C
That you’re still there
F
That you still care
C
That you’re still with me
G
That you still know me
F G
Before I resign
C
Show me a sign
C
I can’t laugh
Am
I can’t weep
C
Five nights in a row now
G
Not a second of sleep
F
Is there something
Am
You want me to know
F G
Well I wish you’d tell me what
C
Give me some kind of show
C
How ‘bout a meteor
Am
Or a shooting star
C
Or even a drunk
G
Getting thrown out of the bar
F
I’m getting impatient
Am
And hope is expensive
F
And I’m running low on
G C
Everything these days
C
The waters are rising
Am
And the world is on fire
C
We’re all just gasoline
G
For the funeral pyre
F
In the palaces morons
Am
In the hospitals ghouls
F G
Murderers in the towns
C
Rats in the schools
C
Armies of zombies
Am
And the generals fishing
C
And baby Jesus
G
On a suicide mission
F
And little Mohammed
Am
Lifeless and brown
F G
And drowning faceless scarecrows
C
Wearing the crown
C
Ten thousand whistlers
Am
Off-track and off-tune
C
Sixteen drummers
G
Wearing some kind of rune
F
Some kind of amulet
Am
Some pre-Christian cross
F G
And one man’s lucky roll
C
Is another man’s loss
C
Lord, you should have been there
Am
Last Saturday night
C
I broke a couple barstools
G
And I broke up a fight
F
I broke three fingers
Am
They looked kind of Egyptian
F G
And the doctor wouldn’t see me
C
Without a prescription
C
If this is how
Am
It’s all gonna go
C
I might as well pile up
G
Frequent flier miles and lay low
F
I might as well buy up
Am
Some spiritual trinkets
F G
Line the walls with paint
C
And start to drink it
C
It’s hard to believe
Am
It’s goin’ down so fast
C
When Einstein died
G
He thought you built it to last
F
But they threw him in a hole
Am
And they stole his brain
F
And three days later
G C
It washed up again in the rain
C
Lord, I’ll make you a bargain
Am
I’ll cut you a deal
C
They can cut off my eyelids
G
And I won’t squeal
F
I won’t spill your secrets
Am
My soul’s locked tight
F
Just please let me
G C
Get a little sleep tonight
C
Fifty thousand horses
Am
Ten thousand sheep
C
I’d trade ‘em all
G
For just a second of sleep
F
The kind with dreams though
Am
You gotta have dreams
F G
I’ve heard about what happens
C
At the other extreme
C
Yeah without them dreams
Am
You go insane
C
It’s like having mayonnaise
G
Shot into your brain
F
But maybe I’m the exception
Am
Every dog has its day
F G
Maybe I’m a brand new species
C
What do you say
C Am C G F Am F G C
C
So look out the window
Am
Might be something out there
C
Maybe something to read
G
Here’s a Vanity Fair
F
Winter is coming
Am
That’s a relief
F G
And I’m willing to go on faith
C
But I’m past belief
C Am C G F Am F G C
(lyrics: Dan Bern)