Written by Allan Carl Newman
E A Asus E A Asus E A Asus E A Asus Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh) E A E A At overlooking the canyon, right where I'm descending, I swear I, E A G A See my former glory, still burning, it had every intent of returning E A Asus E A Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh) E A E A And years of planning the landing, to prepare for jumping the canyon E A G A It's not death-defying, or cheering, it's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing Chorus: E A B E A B E And if I see no hope for me, I still see hope for you A B E A B E In the high-rise of the morning, the exception that proves my rule E A Asus E A (x2) Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh) (x2) E A E A Still I'm tying up loose ends, I tied them to a chair to defy them E A G A To protect and hide them, untie them, these are not the ones you won't untie 'em E A Asus E A Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh) E A E A And now I'm jumping the canyon, after years of planning and planning E A G A It's a monumental challenge: a feeling you must fight before you start free-wheelin' E A B E A B E And if I see no hope for me, I still see hope for you A B E A B E In the wide eyes of the morning, the exception that proves my rule Solo: E, A, Asus, E, A, Asus, E, A, Asus E A B E A B E And if I see no hope for me, I still see hope for you A B E A B E In the high-rise of the morning, the exception that proves my rule E A Asus E, A, Asus (x2) Proves my rule! Proves my rule! (x2) END ON: E, (Em) E