Standard (EADGBE)
Time is jammed and flying fast
Brakes are bad the pot holes rough
Im out here running from the past
What we had was not enough
Heard shes just touched down in Hollywood
And her friends all say shes looking good
I saw it coming from the start
Shes a moving work of art
The night is thick the moon rings red
The stars are out of place
My mind is liquid in my head
Beneath the waves I see her face
Bet she pulls herself some tall coin down
Turning heads out there in Tinsel Town
Shes so cool it breaks your heart
Shes a moving work of art
Who we were and what we had
Keeps me guessing to this day
Its enough to drive me mad
Shes a million miles away
I know shes out there thinking on her feet
Making passes thrown fall incomplete
Shes as smooth as she is smart
Shes a moving work of art
Its how she sets herself apart
Shes a moving work of art