Playing To An Audience Of One

D    Dsus2


D               Dsus2           D            Dsus2
They say maybe dreams are only movies of the mind
                   G
Still I've lived a few
              Bm
Oh I'm not a star
          Em             A
Though in some ways I've made it


    F#m                            G
But all these nights away is gonna lose me you
       F#m                            G
I've thought a lot about it in these back-stage rooms
                    D  Dsus4  D                        B
And I'd leave it all,                  if you want me to


  E              A                   G#m           A
Some nights, God knows I'll miss the music
 E             A                  G#m      A
I'll miss the crowds that call my name
  A         B
I'd find contentment now
             G#m                 C#m
If I thought you would just hang on
  A           B             E    D    A
Playing to an audience of one


  E              A                 G#m          A
Some nights, God knows it won't be easy
  E           A                    G#m         A
I'll feel the lights I'll hear the sound
   A        B
I'll find a piece in me
           G#m                 C#m
Cuddled up when the evening's done
          A             B            E    D    A        D   G   A
Sometimes playing to my audience of one


D                    Dsus2                   D                Dsus2
The endless driving, midnight arriving, the sleeping when you can
                   G
Still worth it somehow
                Bm
just for that lift
                 Em         A
You get when you walk on


    F#m                                G
But just to call you up some nights between the shows
   F#m                                  G
To say "Good-night I miss you" ain't enough I know
                  D  Dsus4  D                     B
So I'd leave it all,               if you tell me so


  E               A                  G#m           A
Some nights, God knows I'll miss the music
  E             A                 G#m     A
I'll miss the crowds that call my name
  A         B
I'd find contentment now
             G#m                 C#m
If I thought you would just hang on
  A            B           E    D    A
Playing to an audience of one

E                    A            G#m   A
E             A                   G#m   A


  A          B
I'll find a piece in me
           G#m                C#m
Cuddled up when the evening's done
  A            B           E    D    A
Playing to an audience of one

           A             B          E    D    A         D   A   E
Sometimes playing to my audience of one