Standard (EADGBE)

There is fire

 And there's light

 The sense of something

 Coming down this telephone wire

 And there's wrong and there's right

 That's the closest thing to clarity tonight

 There are songs I've seen

 That can make somebody feel

 Like things are better than they seem

 That there's time

 Yes there's time tonight

In my own defense

I don't believe that I

 Was born this complicated

 You can say

 Something

 Wait until the people cheer

 Then give them the refrain

 And the band plays those blues away

In my own defense

I don't believe that I

 Was born this complicated

 [ Awesome Solo Over These Chords ]

 Its a frame of mind

 its a surfacing you notice

 from the corner of your eye

 You can see for miles

 With an inner light that's guiding you home

In my own defense

I don't believe that I

 Was born this complicated

...PS --

I think the little riff you hear at the end of certain measures goes something like this