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