Robert

G G D Dsus Bm E7 E7 A A7 D Robert was a poet in a way you can describe Dsus Bm E Searching all the trashcans in the corner of his mind D C#7 Bm E Leaving all the memories of what he had inside D G D Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time D Robert was a hobo, living with the word Dsus Bm E Every dime and more then just a payment from the dirt D C#7 Bm E Spending all his days without a balance on the line D G D Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time G D Dsus Bm Alltough he’s not the same to you, the wrong it can be right E7 A A7 Now i see that live is just the only way to die G D Dsus Bm And though he may not look to you a keeper of the mind E7 A A7 All you did was keeping him inside D Robert was a prophet with a blade op on his shoes Dsus Bm E A smile upon his face never payed a single deuce D C#7 Bm E Though he was no god of any kind, his water turned to wine D G D Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time G D Dsus Bm Alltough he’s not the same to you, the wrong it can be right E7 A A7 Now i see that live is just the only way to die G D Dsus Bm And though he may not look to you a keeper of the mind E7 A A7 All you did was keeping him inside G G D Dsus Bm E7 E7 A A7 D Robert was a loner, with every word unsaid Dsus Bm E All the curtains closed before he got himself to bed D C#7 Bm E No window never opened up to see the light D G D Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time G D Dsus Bm Alltough he’s not the same to you, the wrong it can be right E7 A A7 Now i see that live is just the only way to die G D Dsus Bm And though he may not look to you a keeper of the mind E7 A A7 All you did was keeping him inside G A Bm All you did was keeping him inside G A Bm All he did was keeping you inside G A D