GOODBYE ALICE IN WONDERLAND

It’s four in the af

ter noon; I’m on a flight

leav ing L.

(D)A.,

tryin’ to fig ure (A)out my life,

and my (C#m)youth

scat tered a long the high way.

Ho tel rooms and head lights;

I’ve made a liv ing with a song,

gui tar as my com (F#m)pan ion,

want ing des perate ly

to be long.

Fame is (E)filled with spoil ed chil

dren,

and we grow fat on fan ta sy.

I (E)guess that’s why I’m (A)leav ing; I crave

re al i ty.

So (A)good

(D)bye,

(E)Al ice in Won der land;

good bye, Yel low Brick (E)Road.

There is a (D)dif f’rence be tween (E)dream ing and pre tend ing.

I did not find par a (F#m)dise;

it was on ly a re flec tion of my (A)lone ly mind want ing

what’s been miss ing in my (D)life.

I’m em bar rassed to say, the rest is rock ’n’ roll cli ché.

I hit the (C#m)bot tom

when I reached the top.

But I nev er knew it was (A)you who was break ing my heart; I thought you (C#m)had to love me,

but you did not.

Yes, a heart can hal lu ci nate

if it’s com plete ly starved for (E)love.

It can e ven turn (F#m)mon sters

in to an gels

from a bove.

You forged my (E)love just like a weap on,

and you turned it a (E)gainst me like a (A)knife.

You (E)broke my last heart

string,

but you o pened up my eyes.