CAm
Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar
CAm
Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold
GFAmC
I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine
AmCG
And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark
F
But I can start
CEAmF
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
CEAm
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F
paradise
CAm
Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk
CAm
Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk
GFAmC
But there's a hole at the rainbow's end, now she works for a magazine,
AmCG
Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf
F
She can't help herself
CEAmF
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
CEAm
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F
paradise
FC
Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh
F
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
CAm
Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowl
CAm
Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soul
GFAmC
Now he's found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robe
AmCG
And his begging bowl is sold, into the church
F
Into the search
CEAmF
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
CEAm
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
Am
paradise
CEAmF
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
CEAm
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F
paradise