D5    A5     D5     A5
They're waiting to hate you
    D5      A5       E5
So give them an excuse
[this repeats for all verses]
 
G5               D5     
Hats off to my distant hope
A5
I'm held back by a velvet rope
G5                    D5               A5        
And he's behind the wall the smoke machine has made between us
G5                        D5                                        A5
And if he does exist, if camera clicking, green room guests swirl round the 
                             G5
man whose real life can be touched
G5
Then I will do just that much
[this repeats for the next stanza]