Point Me Toward The Real

A Em A Em A Em D A In the front seat of your convertible car I'm awaiting your return A Em D A Watching sunshine flash and my cigarette ash til the corporate logo burns F#m C#m D F#m You picked me up at the County Cook Psychiatry Institute A Em D A It’s my first day free. I've got nowhere to be so I'm coming home with you C#m D Just a quick stop off at the drugstore B7 D E I’m not ready, so I wait in the car for you A Em D A You asked me who I might like to see on my first night back outside A Em D A But my friends are few and my lover is through and my family's horrified F#m C#m D F#m We ride along through the silent dusk while the moon gets drunk and high A Em D A It's a cold white stone up in heaven alone and I've seen its darker side C#m D You ask again and the words come out B7 D E So easy, they bypass my conscious mind A A6sus Point me toward the real motherfuckers A A6sus Point me toward the real A F#m I've been lied to and abused Bm D Time to try to heal A Em Cut me loose, cut me loose F#m G Let me get hurt, let me feel D Bm Cut my bound hands free and D N.C. Point me toward the real A Em A Em A Em D A Now ever since I was a little child I have felt the same old fear A Em D A That I alone will freeze while the world proceeds, I'll be forever stuck right here F#m C#m D F#m But I can't live the old way, that way nearly left me dead A Em D A I need someone new who can tell me the truth and I don't care who it is C#m D B7 D E I want the knife in deep, ah, and I want someone to give it a twist A Em D A We’re coming into the city now and I’ve only said it once A Em D A It's a phrase so clean, I don’t know what it means, but it's more than I've said in months F#m C#m D F#m You never ask what I did that made the cops fin'lly pick me up A Em D A You wanna know where I’m trying to go, where I'll be, not where I was C#m D B7 D E I say it one more time, you nod and smile, and it's better than all the drugs A A6sus Point me toward the real motherfuckers A A6sus Point me toward the real A F#m I've been lied to and abused Bm D Time to try to heal A Em Cut me loose, cut me loose F#m G See what freedom might reveal D Bm Cut my bound hands free and D N.C. Point me toward the real A Em Aah, aah A Em Aah, aah A Em Aah, aah A Em Aah, aah Am