The Room With the Sir John A. View
Weeping Tile

intro: E B C# A/ x2

                  E     B
I heard you play guitar

        C#                  A               E         B
You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire

       C#                   A                   E        B
Well I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are

              C#         A             E           B  C#  A
You're just a travelled ghost that I admire from afar



                E      B
Under the house lights

       C#          A               E     B
Me and you and the last bit of our pints

              C#               A                    E    B
Well, I could carry a case or two up a couple of flights

    C#                        A                     E    B  C#  A
The room with the Sir John A. view opens up to the night

chorus:

          C#       B            A -
Here I'm caught, alive in this trap

              C#              B      A    -
But I'm still breathing, it's just a leg hold

    C#     B             A -
Are you an escape out of this

        C#          B            A  -
Take me back to the place that I miss

      C#        B        A     -
Cause this is a waste of money, that's all this is


It's a low lying ache
Like homesickness, when you're desperate for something
That you know exists
And I saw it in your grin
And I wish it'd never bend
Cause I don't want to hear about something that could be
But never is


Here I'm caught...


B   -                 A     C#
   What does it mean now to say

B         -               A          C#
Could you be like it was just yesterday, and I,

B -                A              -
  I don't want it now cause it's in the way



Well I heard you play guitar
You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire
Well I don't know if we'll meet,
I don't know who you are
I'm in the room with the Sir John A. view
Just down the street from the bar


Here I'm caught...


Well, that's all this is....