Satellite

Em VERSE & CHORUS 1: G G/F# Em Asus2 Em Every day the satellite, seems to be the door of someone's reach G G/F# Em Asus2 G Every day the satellite, seems a little further on the beach A5 E5 B5 Satellites and stags, I'm growing Betsy in a bag F#5 A5 Em And she don't mind, as long as things are round VERSE & CHORUS 2: G G/F# Em Asus2 Em Every day the satellite, jerky little canister of gold G G/F# Em Asus2 G Who's to be the satellite, with inches of whole Betsy growing cold? A5 E5 B5 I'm into you so far, I'm out the other side F#5 A5 E5 And orbiting is just a waste of time MIDDLE 'FIVE': F#5 E5 F#5 E5 B5 Next time I get into you, I swear to god I won't come out again C#5 E5 B5 Swear to god I won't come out again CHORUS/OUTRO: A5 E5 B5 Satellites and stags, I'm growing Betsy in a bag F#5 A5 E5(m) - E5 or Em optional And she don't mind, as long as things are round G G/F# C5 A5 e note Every day the satellite, seems a little further out of reach