| G | D | Em | D | G | |
| What a | beautiful piece of he | artache |
| D | Em | D | G | |
| This has | all turned out to b | e |
| D | Em | D | G | |
| Lord kn | ows we've learned the | hard way |
| D | Em | |
| All about he | althy apath | y |
| C | G | Am | |
| And I use these | words pretty lo | osely |
| C | G | Am | |
| There's so much | more to life than w | ords |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| There is a m | e you would not recogn | ize, d | ear |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| Call it the sh | adow of myse | lf |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| And if the m | usic starts bef | ore I get th | ere |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| Dance without m | e, | you dance s | o gracefully |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| I really th | ink I'll be | okay |
| G | D | Em | |
| They've taken their t | oll, these latter d | ays |
| ((this part follows the verse pattern)) |
| Nothing like sleeping on a bed of nails |
| Nothing much here but our broken dream |
| Oh, but baby, if all else fails |
| Nothing is ever quite what it seems |
| And I'm dying inside to leave you |
| With more than just cliches |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| There is a m | e you would not recogn | ize, d | ear |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| Call it the sh | adow of myse | lf |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| And if the m | usic starts bef | ore I get th | ere |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| Dance without m | e, | you dance s | o gracefully |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| I really th | ink I'll be | okay |
| G | D | Em | |
| They've taken their t | oll, these latter d | ays |
| G | D | |
| Tell them it's r | eal |
| Em | C | |
| Tell them i | t's really real |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| I just don't h | ave much | left | to say |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| They've taken their | toll, these latter d | ays |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| They've taken their | toll, these latter d | ays |
| The outro is G and Em repeated. |