Diane, The Skyscraper Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[A][Em][D][A][Em][D]
[A][Em][D][A][Em][D]

[Verse 1]
I'm [A]living
in a waiting room on the tenth [Em]floor
Of a New [D]York City sky[A]scraper
Got the [Bm]paperwork filled [D]out my [A]friend
Can you tell [Em]me how this [D]story ends?
My be[A]st girl caught a taxi cab to an up
[Em]town bar to meet [D]my band
But [A]I don't have the energy so she [Bm]plugs
my [D]machines [A]back [Em]in[D]
And the late [A]night T.V. talks to me [Em]about God
but God why [D]can't I [A]sleep?
As she [Bm]plugs my [D]machines [A]back in
But my machines [Bm]back in now [D]don't cha'

[Verse 2]
[A]Dia[D]ne
(Diane)
I'd by ly[Bm]ing if [D]I said this
was my [A]plan[D]
(Diane)
We [Bm]are all in this to[D]gether[A][D]
(Diane)
See I'm try[Bm]ing but I j[D]ust don't
[A]under[D]stand
(Diane)
Well I can[Bm]'t predi[A]ct t[D]he weather
past [A]the storm[Em]
[D](The weather pas[A]t the
[Em]stor[D]m)

[Verse 3]
And there's morn[A]ings where
I wake up quick
And my head [Em]it dreams and my stom
[D]ach's sick [A]alone
[Bm]To slowly pull the [D]sun from [A]bed
Below the fifty-ninth [Bm]street street bridge
[D]And I feel [A]like I'm a battle tank
But [Em]there's peace for every
pound [D]of strength
I'm [A]waiting for the enemy
While she [Bm]plugs my machines
[D]bac[A]k in
[Bm](Back in)[D]

[Verse 4]
[A]Di [D]ane
(Diane)
I'd be ly[Bm]ing if [D]I said this
was my [A]plan[D]
(Diane)
We are [Bm]all in this tog[D]ether[A][D]
(Diane)
See I'm try[Bm]ing but I[D] just don't
[A]under[D]stand
(Diane)
Well I can[Bm]'t predi[A]ct t[D]he weather
pas[A]t t[Em]he storm
[D](The weather pas[A]t t[Em]he storm)
(The [D]weather pas[A]t[Em]
the storm)
[D](The weather past [A]the storm)
(The [Em]weather past the storm)
(The [D]weather pas[A]t the storm)
[Em](The [D]weather pas[A]t t[Em]he[D][A]
[Em][D][A][Em][D][A]
[Em][D][A][Em]
[D][A][Em][D][A]
[Em][D][A][Em][D][A]
[Em][D][A][Em][D][A]
[Em]stor[D]m)

[Verse 5]
I'm [A]living in a waiting room
on the tenth [Em]floor
Of a New [D]York City sky[A]scraper
Got the [Bm]pa p[A]erwork filled ou[D]t my friend