A(not actually played)   Bm
Some men collapse at the racetrack
D                              A
Their wrong and beat up, their eyes black
                 Bm
Others wilt in casinos
D                        A
Roll dice and piss away speedboats

                   Bm
Some dissolve into bar stools
D                          A
Scratched off in boxes and playoff pools
                    Bm
I spent myself on a psychic
D                   A
I lost my way and a friend said she would find it

             D - F#m - Bm
Man, we were wrong.
             F#m - E - A
Man, we were wrong.
  D
I asked for the future,
E                  A
She only sang me a song.

                            Bm
Some men they go make their own luck
D                        A
Grow fat from feeding on lame ducks
                      Bm
The easy mark and the old maid
D                   A
The invalid and the ingrate

                     Bm
Others wait for that high sign
D                     A
Some holy hoax in the tree-line
                     Bm
Me, I'm counting my canned food
D                     A
Bunkered down waiting out our slingshot moods

               D - F#m - Bm
But what if I'm wrong?
           F#m - E - A
What if I'm wrong?
     D
I'll open my doors up
E                  A
People, come sweep me along.

Interlude:
Bm , D , E , A x2
Bm , D , F#m , Bm , C#m

                      Bm
Eyes are fixed and my palms are spread
D                     A
Dissonance floats my shipwrecked head
                   Bm
God sleeps in the Gaza strip
D                             A
And man alone's left alone to live with it

                           Bm
The coin-flip faith of the optimist
D                        A
It's beginners luck in a sewing kit
                        Bm
What's to do when there is no fix
D                    A
On the unflinching ambivalence?


                  D - F#m - Bm
But you say that's wrong
            F#m - E - A
Hopeless and wrong
   D
We re-thread your needle,
E                    A
You say, "God, play along."