I’ve tried to ammend this from the tab that was already there to make it easier to sing and play. I think the other one is probably technically correct but I just wanted it to be more and simple, since bright eyes is more about the lyrics anyways. E---2--------2-------3--------2------2------0-| B---2--------2-------0--------0------1------1-| G---0--------0-------0--------0------2------2-| D---0--------0-------3--------2------0------0-| A---2--------x-------x--------x------x------x-| E---3--------2-------1--------x------x------x-| G G/f# Fsus2/F Bsus4/E D7 D7sus2 G F#/G There's a voice on the phone Fsus2/F Telling what had happened Bsus4/E Some kind of confusion D7 D7sus2 More like a disaster G G/f# Fsus2/F And it wondered how you were left unaffected Bsus4/E But you had no knowledge D7 D7sus2 No, the chemicals covered you (Pattern Repeats) And so a jury was formed As more liquor was poured No need for conviction They're not thirsting for justice But slept with the lies I keep inside my head I found out I was guilty I found out I was guilty But I won't be around for the sentencing Because I'm leaving On the next airplane C D G Bm And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify C D G They seem adequate to fill up my time C D Bm Em And if I could talk to myself like I was someone else C D G Bm Em Then maybe I could take your advice C D And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time (Verse Pattern Again) There's a film on the wall Makes the people look small Who are sitting beside it All consumed in the drama They must return to their lives Once the hero has died They will drive to the office Stopping somewhere for coffee Where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene Dispensing their wisdom Oh, dear amateur orator They will detail their pain In some standard refrain They will recite their sadness Like it's some kind of contest Bridge: F# Well, if it is Bm I think I am winning it G All beaming with confidence Asus2 As I make my final lap F# The gold medal gleams Bm So hang it around my neck G Because I am deserving it Asus4 The champion of idiots C D G Bm But a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha C D G I know a girl who cries when she practices violin C D Bm Em Because each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her C D G Bm Em And then the melody comes pouring out her eyes C D Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie