Bright Eyes – Going For The Gold (Ukulele)

Key
-
Versions (3)

Auto-scroll

Chords

          G
There's a voice on the phone

        G
Telling what had happened

                Bm
Some kind of confusion

               D7
More like a disaster

       G
And it wondered how you

        G
Were left unaffected

               Bm
But you had no knowledge

                  D7
No, the chemicals covered you

          G
And so a jury was formed

        G
As more liquor was poured

                Bm
No need for conviction

               D7
They're not thirsting for justice

       G
But slept with the lies

        G
I keep inside my head

                Bm
I found out I was guilty

               D7
I found out I was guilty

          G
But I won't be around

        G
For the sentencing

                Bm
Because I'm leaving

               D7
Oh, 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                    G
And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time

          G
There's a film on the wall

        G
Makes the people look small

                Bm
Who are sitting beside it

               D7
All consumed in the drama

          G
They must return to their lives

        G
Once the hero has died

                Bm
They will drive to the office

               D7
Stopping somewhere for coffee

          G
Where the folk singers, poets,

        G
and playwrights convene

                Bm
Dispensing their wisdom

               D7
Oh, dear amateur orator

          G
They will detail their pain

        G
In some standard refrain

                Bm
They will recite their sadness

               D7
Like it's some kind of contest

            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

                Asus2
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                                G
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie.