Standard (EADGBE)

There is fire

And there's light

The sense of something

Coming down this telephone wire

And there's wrong and there's right

That's the closest thing to clarity tonight

There are songs I've seen

That can make somebody feel

Like things are better than they seem

That there's time

Yes there's time tonight

In my own defense

I don't believe that I

Was born this complicated

You can say

Something

Wait until the people cheer

Then give them the refrain

And the band plays those blues away

In my own defense

I don't believe that I

Was born this complicated

[ Awesome Solo Over These Chords ]

Its a frame of mind

its a surfacing you notice

from the corner of your eye

You can see for miles

With an inner light that's guiding you home

In my own defense

I don't believe that I

Was born this complicated

...PS --

I think the little riff you hear at the end of certain measures goes something like this