Intro: (Gm7  C) 


Bb              C    Gm7 
Me and my big ideas    
Bb                    C    Gm7                 
Won't wash away your tears 
Bb                    C 
No one else seems to mind 
              Gm7     C 
That I'm not that kind 
Bb             C   Gm7 
Go get a volunteer 
Bb                      C  Gm7 
We'll pay him well my dear 
Bb                        C  
He will see inside your mind 
                    Gm7    C 
Because he is that kind 

Dm          Bb     C     Dm 
It's a southern kind of heat 
       Bb     C        Dm 
The shadows crack and start to creep 
          Bb   C        Dm 
Conversation drags its feet 
    Bb       C                Gm7 
I wish we'd both been more discreet 
        Bb             C          Dm 
Like light that it caught between night and day 
Gm7                  C 
You're stuck between me and my 

Bb             C    Gm7 
Me and my big ideas 
Bb                    C     Gm7 
Won't wash away your tears 
 Bb                     C 
So many strings to your bow 
                Gm7  C 
Why not let one go 


Dm          Bb     C           Dm 
Well they love you when you're weak 
          Bb          C           Dm 
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak 
             Bb     C     Dm 
It's that thing we call control 
           Bb        C      Gm7 
There's a deep frustration in their soul 
Bb          
Black thoughts 
               C         Dm 
That are stuck between someone's ears 
Bb                  Gm7  C     Gm7   C 
Like me and my big idea 

Bb                                C 
So many strings to your bow 
            Gm7          C 
Why not let one go 
Bb               C      Gm7     C 
In a way this dream is over 
       Bb         C          G      C 
Blown away our four leaf clover 
                Gm7    C 
There's no reason why 
                Gm7                    
There's just me and my 

Bb            C       Gm7 
Me and my big ideas    
Bb                    C     Gm7                  
Won't wash away your tears 
Bb                    C 
No one else seems to mind 
              Gm7  C 
That I'm not that kind 
(Gm7   C)          
Blown away… Blown away