Neil Finn - The climber

^ABeside me now are ^Dstrangers to my ^Aeyes ^AThey might be getting ^Dcrazy might be ^Awise We're ^E7stranded either way In ^F#msuch a lonely place I'm ^E7looking out for you A^F#mmong the flies that ^Gwait in line for days on end And ^E7nights so cold and always so inte^Anse

^AI try to reach the ^Dtop most every ^Aday ^AIn hope I turn my ^Dface up to the ^Asky The ^E7cover hangs so low I ^F#msee no sign of life ^E7Nothing springs to mind ^F#mAmong the flies that ^Gwait in line for days on end And ^E7nights so cold always so inte^Anse

^AAnd here we ^Gare ^FThere's a smile between us and its ^Dgoing ^E7on

^AYou and me have ^Dalways gotten ^Athrough ^AAnyone can ^Dtell you that it's ^Atrue You ^E7feel it every time you ^F#mdrive away from home The ^E7headlights hypnotize and they ^F#mtake you off tow^Gards the sea Into the night you ^E7run away with thoughts you cannot hide^A

^AVacant ^Geyes ^FCan't describe my hunger for your ^Dbillowing a^E7rms

^AMother ^GI ^Fcan't help thinking of you Take this ^Ddull ^E7ache^A away