Top Of Her Goodbye(Chords)

	        Intro: 
G   A   C   D 
 
 
Verse: 
     G                  A                 C  D 
Oh I heard her ask 'What time is it?' 
        G               A          C  D 
As she gently moved my fingertips 
             Em              C            Em                A 
And when she kissed me at the door to the sound of mowing lawns I knew 
C               D 
I'd reached the top of her goodbye 
C          D 
And now I faced the downhill slide 
C              D 
So I stepped out into the void and plunged to my demise 
 
 
G               Bm                G             Bm 
All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts.  
C                    D               C               D 
And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor. 
 
       G              A              C D 
Oh I?ve been on many fruitless trips.  
          G            A               C D 
And I?ve put my ear to countless lips. 
 
      Em               C         Em             A 
Everybody?s got their view but I never heard a word cut through. 
 
C               D            C   
I feel like I?m hanging on a vine.  
C              D              C 
Surrounded by monkeys all the time. 
C              D              
And standing below me all the natives sharpening their knives. 
 
G                 Bm                G           Bm 
All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts.  
C                    D               C               D 
And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor. 
 
G               Bm              G                  Bm 
She left here so long ago and bought a house where winter?s cold.  
C                   D             C             D                    C   Cm 
And always sends my letters back, ?Return to the address attached?. 
 
    Em            C                Em                  C                G        Dm   C 
And it?s so funny when worlds end I shrug my shoulders and pretend that they?ll return.  
   Em                  C           Em             C               G  Dm   C 
I?m missing something in my head or maybe underneath my ribs that I can?t learn.  
Cm               D 
And that?s what burns. 
 
 
Solo over normal progression 
 
 
C               D            C   
I feel like I?m hanging on a vine.  
C              D              C 
Surrounded by monkeys all the time. 
C              D              
And standing below me all the natives sharpening their knives. 
 
G                 Bm                G           Bm 
All the world is nature strips and bitumen and eucalypts.  
C                    D               C               D 
And rolled up papers at the door and weekend fathers crying poor. 
 
G               Bm              G                  Bm 
She left here so long ago and bought a house where winter?s cold.  
C                   D             C             D                    C   Cm  D G 
And always sends my letters back, ?Return to the address attached?.