Dancing Invisble 

Listen to the song for strumming patterns 

C: 032010 
G: 320033 
Am: 002210 
C/B: 020010 (or Em)


C G Am 

C G Am 
it started out like everything else, I guess 
C G Am 
you are what you are until suddenly you're like all the rest 
C G Am 
I looked out over the bay at the water and the lights 
I noticed we had gone to great lengths but not to great heights 
the bus ride to meet you here took me half my life 
and although the days were clear we drove at night 
I sat next to a woman who moved to the memory of affigy 
and I tried to sing along but she couldn't hear me 

C C/B Am 
we are dancing invisible 
there are small things the day brings 
like cut strings that we never pull 
and after tonight when these things fade from sight 
I might get you through 
maybe you know me now but it's strange somehow 
if I'm lost too 

lights split the window and the wind blew me away 
and the sun screamed a distance like an acceptable mistake 
I stared at the road signs and the possibilities they'd take me away from you 
its funny but in this place its the only thing that you can hear 
those far distant echoes that blow through only disappear 
when the rain drops and the bus stops and the coast is clear 
and I feel you're near I will break it again 

we are dancing invisible 
there are small things the day brings 
like cut strings that we never pull 
and after tonight when these things fade from sight 
I might get you through 
maybe you know me now but it's strange somehow 
if I'm lost too 

it all ends up like everything else, I guess 
you are what you are 
you do what you do 
and you get what you get 
somewhere short of regret 
I looked out over the bay at the water and the lights 
and I noticed we had gone to great lengths but not to great heights 
only the crier cries at the break of dawn 
I stood boxing my shadow thinking how to get along 
so to yourself or another man to who you belong 
when there's nothing left to fight is it easier to be right 
when you know you're wrong 

you are dancing invisible 
there are small things the day brings 
like cut strings that we never pull 
and after tonight when these things fade from sight 
I might get you through 
maybe you know me now but it's strange somehow 
if I'm lost too

    Source: geocities.com/matthewgoodbandtab