C        C/G       Am         F        Em         G
e| - 0    e| - 0    e| - 0    e| - 1    e| - 0    e| - 3
B| - 1    B| - 1    B| - 1    B| - 1    B| - 0    B| - 3
G| - 0    G| - 0    G| - 2    G| - 2    G| - 0    G| - 4
D| - 2    D| - 0    D| - 2    D| - 3    D| - 2    D| - 5
A| - 3    A| - 2    A| - 0    A| - 3    A| - 2    A| - 5
E| - 0    E| - 3    E| - 0    E| - 1    E| - 0    E| - 3


Capo 1


Intro: C, C/G, Am, F


           C               C/G
It's been years, he's been here

              Am                  F
and time just lingers and no one knows

          C             C/G
He's got eyes, he's got ears

                   Am                       F
He's got all of his fingers, and all of his toes

 F                Em
His is a life of observation

 F                           Em                  Am
Maybe one day he'll get to translate this information

 F                           Em
For twenty years, he hasn't spoken a word

 F                          G
He's been silent since the accident occured

 C                                      C/G
While so many people taken tongues for granted

 C/G                                        F
Taking the truth, finding ways to slant it

 F                                   C
I know a man who'd know what to do

 C                                 C/G
And so many people go day in and day out

 C/G                                          F
just dreaming of things they can bitch about

 F                                  C
I know a man who'd know what to do

 C                              C/G
It's a dream, for him it's real

            Am                   F
but it never goes away and never will

 C                        C/G
He's in touch with what he feels

               Am                             F
Oh but he just can't say, "Maybe it's better still"

 F                Em
His is a life of endless frustration

 F                            Em               Am
He's got his pride, he's not exempt from humiliation

 F                      Em
Can't lift a finger to stop what's wrong

 F                     G
He can't lift a leg to dance to a Beatles song

 C                                     C/G
While so many people taking spines for granted

 C/G                                            F
Slither and squirm, taking what they're handed

 F                                  C
I know a man who'd know what to do

 C                           C/G
And so many people go day by day

 C/G                                           F
Sitting on their hands, constantly complaining

 F                                   C
I know a man who'd know what to do

(instrumental)

C, C/G, Am, F

 C                                C/G
And so many content to exist like sheep

 C/G                                                F
Never scratching the surface of themselves too deep

 F                                  C
I know a man who'd know what to do

 C                              C/G
And so many people like you and me

 C/G                                     F
Never realizing what our lives could be

 F                                  C
I know a man who'd know what to do