Ordinary Days

Dm A And if the conversation's right, Dm A He'll ask the audience to throw away all his F#m Bm instruments tonight. Dm A It's all he's known for all his life, Dm A F#m He's got the opera house believin' him that there's just no end Bm They're throwing down all their papers now, Bm Knowing not what he sings about, D And casting away the one's who say: A F#m D He's trapped within his ways Bm A His records and his tapes F#m D Bm A Appropriate escape from ordinary days. Dm A They call him line connection aim, Dm A F#m Bm They raise the pennants high, they're cheering their new-found hero of the game. Dm A But it's all he'll know for all his life, Dm A F#m He burns the opera house, he's telling himself there's just no end Bm He's throwing down all his papers now Bm Knowing not what he sings about, D And casting away the ones who say: A F#m D He's trapped within his ways Bm A His records and his tapes F#m D Bm A Appropriate escape from ordinary days.