Sting – The Book Of Numbers (Guitar)

Am                  G     C
Bring me a glass of water

   Am       G            C
To wash the dirt from my throat

Am        G                  C
I've been wandering my whole life out there

Am                G      C
Help me out of my coat

     Am         G        C
This water's as clear as crystal

          Am        G             C
We should thank the Lord for that

Am      G                   C
Sit you down and hear my story

Am             G          F
Find somewhere for my hat

Am        G                  C
A barkeep takes a stranger's hat

Am          G           C
And finds a vacant hook

Am         G           C
Turns back towards the traveller

          F
His right hand on an old black book

Am       G       Dm
The holy Book of Numbers

  Dm            G                 Am
I take it's something that you've read?

Am       G             Dm
The long search in the wilderness

Dm             G      F
For a place to lay my head

Am          G           C
So many parables in the scriptures

    Am           G               C
But this one I'm doomed to tell

    Am        G           C
For I stormed the gates of Heaven

   Am     G            C
To find myself in Hell

Am         G      C
This is my lonely mission

   Am             G              C
To wake the world up to its fate

Am           G           C
To dismantle my own invention

        Am              G     F  Dm
For the hour is getting late

Am        G       Dm
This holy Book of Numbers

      Dm               G               Am
As we walk through the shadow of death

Am       G                  Dm
Tell me, are you listening, boy

   Dm        G          Am
Or am I just wasting my breath?

          Am           G               C
There are fools in the courts of power

           Dm                  G                    Am
While I've walked through this vale of bitter tears

       Am         G         C
At the mercy of recording angels

          Dm               G          F
For three score and twenty-five years

    Am      G                C
The barkeep gets up from the table

   Am              G     C
To fill up another glass

   Am              G             C
He turns around to find an empty chair

           Am          G           C
All that's left is the name in his hat