Standard (EADGBE)

Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar

Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold

 I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine

 And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark

 But I can start

Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise

Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of

paradise

Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk

Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk

 But there's a hole at the rainbow's end, now she works for a magazine,

 Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf

 She can't help herself

Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise

Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of

paradise

Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh

Ooooooooooooooooooooo

Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowl

Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soul

 Now he's found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robe

 And his begging bowl is sold, into the church

 Into the search

Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise

Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of

paradise

Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise

Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of

paradise