předehra: Bm-G-D-A

   Bm
1. You're too far to bring you across
   Too high to see below
   Just hanging on your daily dose
   
   A   Bm
   And you never needed anyone
   But they're rolling papers for your grass
   How can you give what you don't have?

   D
*: You keep on aiming for the top 
   E
   And quit before you sweat a drop
   G             A 
   Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
   D 
   You start out playing with yourself 
   E
   You get more fun within your shell 
   G            A
   Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way 

   Bmi  G            D        A
R: I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain 
   Bm-G-D-A
   But you're so in love with yourself 
   Bmi      G
   If I say my heart is sore 
   D A
   Sounds like a cheap metaphor
   Bm-G-D-A
   So I won't repeat it no more 

2. I rather eat my soup with a fork 
   Or drive a cab in New York 
   'Cause to talk to you is harder work 
   
   So what's the point of wasting all my words 
   If it's just the same or even worse 
   Than reading poems to a horse 

*: You keep on aiming for the top 
   And quit before you sweat a drop 
   Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot 
   I bet you'll find someone like you 
   'Cause there's a foot for every shoe 
   I wish you luck but I've other things to do

R: I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain...