John Frusciante - Wednesdays song

^CmYou'll make it ^A#through the day S^Fmee things anoth^Cmer way and ^Fbehold

L^G#isten to We^D#dnesday's ^FmiSong T^G#his night you g^D#o home a^Fmlone H^A#ow the sane go u^Cmpright A# F* How you look another night

Y^Cmou're back under^A# my hat An^Fmd even knowing ^Cmithat you're a ^Fwhore

N^G#othing e^D#ver meant ^Fmmore T^G#han switching rooms th^D#rough a ^Fmdoor O^A#ut into anoth^Cmer one F^A#rames flash inw^Fard

And ^C#you know I ^G#have see^D#n the w^Forld en^C#ough I'^G#ve drowned ^D#in my throug^Fhts a^C#lot De^G#ep in ra^D#ins that s^Fwirl ab^C#ove I c^G#anceled ^D#heaven I co^A#ncede

A^Cmnother word to ^A#say W^Fmhen everything'^Cms O.K. you^F go dow^Fn ^{Fm Bm} A^Cmnd pulling up th^A#e slack A^Fmnd never coming^Cm back A^Fn alarm

R^G#inging to^D# set the^Fm sun N^G#o one e^D#ver beco^Fmmes W^A#hat others thought they s^Cmhould've been A# F* Inside they're what they can see