Number Nine
The Waiting
From the album “The Waiting” 1997
(Christopher G. Dean)
Don’t believe another song could ever change the world.
Don’t believe that little boys grow up to be little girls.
Don’t believe the wishing ever really made it so
Don’t believe you loved me you don’t tell me any more
Don’t believe that suicide could[B/G] ever open up a
ny doors
Can’t count on my lucky star I don’t know where its at
Can’t count on my fingers I got more sence than that
Can’t count on my money, it all goes to pay the rent.
Can’t count on philosphers, they don’t know what they meant
There’s a time for couting one by
one
a time for counting whats been spent
(Chorus)
Some people live
their lives like
they’re on number nine
But
I’m gonna be around fo
r a long, long time.
I see a stately temple stading in a trance,
I see the saints of God breaking into dance!
I
see a band of angels running up and down the stairs
I
see a thousand sparrows loating in the air
I
see a love sick savior [B/G]and I can see the scars
that he wears
(This chord was learned on a keyboard, I don’t play guitar, so
it might not all be accurate)
