This is based on the Billy Joel version, which is in F.
I play in D
As much walking between chords as you can fit in
D | D/F# | Em7 | G |
A7 | A7 | G | G |
D | D/F# | |
They say that | these are not the | best of times |
Em7 | G | D | D/F# | Em7 | G | |
But t | hey’re the only | times I’ve ever | known |
D | D/F# | Em7 | |
And I be | lieve that there’s a | time for medit | ation |
G | A7 | E | A | |
In cat | hedrals of our | own | → |
F#/A# | Bm | Bm/A | |
N | ow I have | seen that sad sur | render |
G | G | D/F# | |
In my | lover’s eyes |
E7 | A7 | |
And | I can only stand apart and | sympathize |
G | D/F# | Em7 | |
For we are | always what our | situations | hand us |
A7 | G | C | G | |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → |
D | D/F# | Em7 | G |
A7 | A7 | G | G |
D | D/F# | |
And so we’ll | argue and we’ll co | mpromise |
Em7 | G | D | D/F# | Em7 | G | |
And r | ealize that n | othing’s really | changed |
D | D/F# | |
For all our m | utual ex | perience |
Em7 | G | A7 | E | A | |
Our | separate conc | lusions are the | same | → |
F#/A# | Bm | Bm/A | |
N | ow we are | forced to recog | nize our |
G | G | D/F# | |
Inhu | manity |
E7 | A7 | |
Our | reason coexists with our in | sanity |
G | D/F# | Em7 | |
And though we c | hoose between re | ality and m | adness |
A7 | G | C | G | |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → |
Instrumental if appropriate
D | D/F# | Em7 | G | |
A7 | A7 | G | G | |
D | D/F# | Em7 | G | |
A7 | A7 | E | A | F#/A# |
→ |
Bm | Bm/A | G | G | D/F# | |
How t | houghtlessly we di | ssipate our e | nergies |
E7 | A7 | |
Perh | aps we don’t fulfill each other’s | fantasies |
G | D/F# | Em7 | |
And as we | stand upon the | ledges of our liv | es |
A7 | G | C | G | |
With our resp | ective simi | larities | → |
A7 | G | C | G | |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → |
A7 | G |
Sadness or euph | oria |