Fm G# A# C# They're almost falling over you Why don't they call a truce Whatever they are trying to do It's of little use They're drowning you in compliments Trying to furnish proof Although they speak with eloquence There is little truth Chorus: A#m Cm You're bright, you're strong, Fm D# you know your right from wrong A#m Cm Fm At least to some degree You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough You smile in sympathy I'm watching your serenity The way your soul transcends The tedious absurdities Your patience never ends And as the night begins to fade You're heading for the door Followed by a sad parade You're on your own once more Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# A#m Cm C# D# Fm G# |