She (D)asks how I am.

read And (Em7sus4)so how am I?

My (F#m7)days are the u su al (Bm7)days:

I wake (C)up; I go out.

What more Time goes (A7sus4)by.

My (G)days are ex act ly the (F#m7)days I have lived since ar (Bm7)riv ing here.

In (G)fact, how I am is a (F#m7)mazed how this com forts me (Bm)year by year.

I (C)work and I eat.

Life is muf fins and (A7sus4)jam.

The (Em7)house is nice and (F#m7)qui et now.

That is how I (D)am.

Five (D)years in these rooms

read ing (Em7sus4)He gel and Kant.

My (F#m7)mind is de vot ed to (Bm7)thoughts

of the (C)mean ing of life.

What more could I (A7sus4)want?

So (G)why is it late ly I (F#m7)find I’m un eas y all (Bm7)through the night?

And (G)why e ven now does my (F#m7)skin feel ex plo sive as (Bm)dy na mite?

Why (C)does my heart pound

like a bat ter ing (A7sus4)ram?

How (Em7)can she ask me (F#m7)how I am?

That is how I (D)am.

Five

How I am is (B)fine!

(B)Dear Miss March, there is (E)noth ing dra (B)mat ic or (F#)new to re (B)port.

(F#)This will be (B)short.

(B)Morn ing and eve ning I (E)live in my (B)u su al way.

On the (E)day you re (B)turn you will (F#)see for your (B)self!

(C)Tell me, Miss (C)March, are you (F)hap py so (C)far from the (Dm)clang and the (C)beat of our (F)tur bu lent (C)street?

Quite (F)of ten I (C)think of our (G5)days in New (C)York.

Though, of (Fmaj7)course, since you (C)went I have (G7sus4)been quite con (Ab)tent.

(Ab)Ach!

I wake in the morn ing and all that I hear is the (Ab)ab sence of (Gb)sound.

(Ab)Yes!

My peace is dis turbed, but the ruck us is me as my (Ab)thoughts run a (Gb)ground.

(Gb)I (B)want ed a life by my self in these rooms, but (A)now all a round me, an oth er life looms.

Who (G#m)asked her to come and to (F#)go and to leave me like (E)that?

And (C#m7)now she ex pects me to (D#m7)send her a note?

With (C#m7)words, if I spoke, that would (D#m7)stick in my throat!

Who (G)asked her to change how I live,

how I (Em7)think,

how I (Gm6)am?

She

That is how I (D)am.