Acordes Utilizados
   Bm   Bm/A   G    D    A   A/C#  A#dim   Em   F#   F#m   A#    
E|--2----2-----2----2----0----x------0-----0-----2-----2----1--|
B|--3----3-----2----3----2----2------2-----0-----2-----2----3--|
G|--4----4-----0----2----2----2------3-----0-----3-----2----3--|
D|--4----4-----0----0----2----2------2-----2-----4-----4----3--|
A|--2----0-----2----x----0----4------1-----2-----4-----4----1--|
E|--x----x-----3----x----x----x------x-----0-----2-----2----x--|


Esta es mi versión, espero que les guste. Si escuchan bien la canción notaran que 
salvo por pocos detalles las notas estan totalmente correctas.


Verse 1
Bm    Bm/A G     D          A         A/C#      A#dim
 I sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these men who 
            G              D          A         A/C#
come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots
           Em         G           F# 
From these places that I'll never go.
Bm       Bm/A G     D          A         A/C# 
 I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me
     A#dim               G             D         A        A/C#
what little I get of the love that we'd like to imagine is left
       Em          G             F# 
Of the love that we never did know
G                                    D                    A
 I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a million books 
Em         (F#m)    G               (G/F#) Em                      F#
 It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but it sure reads good 

Chorus 1
               Bm              G     D
And If I could make it work in life 
                 A
Like it works on paper
        A#             F 
If the love that I describe 
         Gm            A
Could be anything but words
              Bm               G 
Then I would wipe my eyes  I'd dry this ink
    Bm                   G
I'd trade my pen in on a pair of wings
      D                 A
And I would... I would fly
   Em      G     F#                Bm 
If I could only make it work in life 

Verse2
             Bm/A G     D          A         A/C#      A#dim
And at the end of every night I add up the tips that I count for what might
       G         D          A         A/C#
not come down to a thing that amounts to a lie
        Em         G           F# 
And the sum of it all I'm afraid
Bm               Bm/A G      D       A                A/C#      A#dim
 Is less then what I know I need to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries 
        G         D           A            A/C#
Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams
      Em          G           F# 
Still stir me and steal me away. 
G                                  D                      A
 And I can still hear Dineh Bikeyah call just like we were kids
Em      (F#m)        G       (G/F#) Em                 F#
I could tell you all about it in a song  But Lord I wish...

Chorus2
           Bm              G     D
 ...that I could make it work in life 
                 A
Like it works on paper
        A#             F 
If the love that I describe 
         Gm            A
Could be anything but words
              Bm               G 
Then I would wipe my eyes  I'd dry this ink
    Bm                   G
I'd trade my pen in on a pair of wings
      D                 A
And I would... Fly
   Em      G     F#                Bm  Bm/A   G   D   
If I could only make it work in life 
    A     A/C#   G        Em    Bm
If I could only make it work... in life.