Intro: Bb5 D5 (2x)

    Bb5                D5
A man of a thousand faces
Bb5               D5
Sits down at the table
G5                   Bb5
Eats a small lump of sugar
    G5                         Bb5
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
D5                       Bb5
   And begins his quiet ascension
D5                             Bb5
   Without anyone's sturdy instruction
F5                    Bb5 - F5
 To a place of no religion
G5
  Has found a path to our alikeness

Bb5                        D5
  His words are quiet like stains are
Bb5                             D5
  On a table cloth washed in a river
F5                         Bb5 - F5            Bb5 - F5
Stains that are trying to cover, for each other
G5
  Or at least blend in with the pattern

Bb5                    D5
  Good is better than perfect
Bb5                          D5
  Scrub til your fingers are bleeding
G5                   Bb5         
  And I'm crying for things that 
G5                            Bb5
  I tell others to do without crying

D5                              Bb5
  He used to go to his favorite bookstores
D5                         Bb5
  And rip out his favorite pages
G5                              Bb5
  And stuff them into his breast pocket
G5                          Bb5
  And the moon to him was a stranger
D5                        Bb5
  Now he sits down at the table
D5                  Bb5
  Right next to the window
G5                     Bb5
  And begins his quiet ascension
G5                        Bb5
  Without anyone's sturdy instruction
G5                 Bb5
  To a place of no religion
G5                         Bb5
  Has found a path to our alikeness
G5                        Bb5
  And eats a small lump of sugar
G5                               C5
  And smiles at the moon like he knows her