It’s four in the af

ter noon; I’m on a flight

leav ing L.

(D)A.,

tryin’ to fig ure (A)out my life,

and my (C#m)youth

scat tered a long the high way.

Ho tel rooms and head lights;

I’ve made a liv ing with a song,

gui tar as my com (F#m)pan ion,

want ing des perate ly

to be long.

Fame is (E)filled with spoil ed chil

dren,

and we grow fat on fan ta sy.

I (E)guess that’s why I’m (A)leav ing; I crave

re al i ty.

So (A)good

(D)bye,

(E)Al ice in Won der land;

good bye, Yel low Brick (E)Road.

There is a (D)dif f’rence be tween (E)dream ing and pre tend ing.

I did not find par a (F#m)dise;

it was on ly a re flec tion of my (A)lone ly mind want ing

for what’s been miss ing in my (D)life.

I’m em bar rassed to say, the rest is rock ’n’ roll cli ché.

I hit the (C#m)bot tom

when I reached the top.

But I nev er knew it was (A)you who was break ing my heart; I thought you (C#m)had to love me,

but you did not.

Yes, a heart can hal lu ci nate

if it’s com plete ly starved for (E)love.

It can e ven turn (F#m)mon sters

in to an gels

from a bove.

You forged my (E)love just like a weap on,

and you turned it a (E)gainst me like a (A)knife.

You (E)broke my last heart

string,

but you o pened up my eyes.

So (D)life.

(F#m)Grow ing up is not an ab sence of dream ing; it’s (A)be ing a ble to un der stand the dif f’rence be tween the (A)ones you can hold and the (D)ones that you’ve been sold.

And (F#m)dream ing is a good thing ’cause it (E)brings new things to life, but pre (A)tend ing is an end ing that per (Bm)pet u ates a lie, for (A)get ting what you are, (D)see ing for what you’ve been told,

oh.

Truth is (E)strang er than fic tion;

this is my chance to get it right.

And life is much (A)bet ter

with out all of those pret ty lies,

oh.

So (A)good

(D)bye,

(E)Al ice in Won

der land;

and you can keep your Yel low Brick (E)Road.

There is a (D)dif f’rence be tween (E)dream ing and pre tend ing.

These are not tears in my eyes;

they are on ly a re flec tion of my (A)lone ly mind find ing,

they are (D)on ly a re flec tion of my (A)lone ly mind find ing.

I found what’s miss ing in my (D)life.