Standard (EADGBE)
So don'tca worry 'bout your money, don'tcha worry about fame
It's all a conspiracy, all part of the game
Yet you're the conspirator, the silent enemy
And you're the victim . . . you'll finally see.
After you get to where you have to be
After you own everything you see
And when meanings don't change about the things you knew
You may as well die, it's all over for you.
And if you're wise and if you know
What few things are real, which never grow old
Then take them now and make you a start
With a simple life, and a simple heart.