Man Of A Thousand Faces

Intro : A# Dm ( 2x ) A# Dm a man of a thousand faces A# Dm sits down at the table Gm A# eats a small lump of sugar Gm A# and smiles at the moon like he knows her Dm A# and begins his quiet ascension Dm A# without anyone’s sturdy instruction F A# - F to a place of no religion Gm has found a path to our alikeness A# Dm his words are quiet like stains are A# Dm on a table cloth washed in a river F A# - F A# - F stains that are trying to cover , for each other Gm or at least blend in with the pattern A# Dm good is better than perfect A# Dm scrub til your fingers are bleeding Gm A# and i’m crying for things that Gm A# i tell others to do without crying Dm A# he used to go to his favorite bookstores Dm A# and rip out his favorite pages Gm A# and stuff them into his breast pocket Gm A# and the moon to him was a stranger Dm A# now he sits down at the table Dm A# right next to the window Gm A# and begins his quiet ascension Gm A# without anyone’s sturdy instruction Gm A# to a place of no religion Gm A# has found a path to our alikeness Gm A# and eats a small lump of sugar Gm C and smiles at the moon like he knows her