City Looks Pretty

A The city looks pretty when you been indoors D For 23 days I’ve ignored all your phone calls A And everyone’s waiting when you get back home D They don’t know where you been, why you gone so long A Friends treat you like a stranger and D Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well A Spare a thought for the ones that came before D All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal C D A Sometimes I get sad C D A It’s not all that bad C D A One day, maybe never C G A I’ll come around A The city takes pity on your injured soul D And heavenly prose ain’t enough good to fill that hole A Everyone’s soaked in animosity D It’s vicious in winter, you never say what you mean A Friends treat you like a stranger and D Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well A Wakin’ up to another dismal day D You got a ways to go, you oughta be grateful C D A Sometimes I get mad C D A It’s not half as bad C D A Pull yourself together C D A And just calm down D A D A D I’ll be what you want oh when you want it A D But I’ll never be what you need A D And the city looks pretty from where I’m standing A E A A G F#m D A G F#m D A G F#m D A G F#m D D C#m Bm A