Intro: Gm  Bb  F  Cm

Verse: 
    Gm              Bb            F                 Cm
Did someone give you something to help you ease the pain?
         Gm           Bb          F                    Cm
Like the liquor in the bottle, we watched you slip away.
      Gm          Bb                    F          Cm
And I feel as if I know you through the bars of a song.
Gm       Bb            F
Always surrounded but alone.


Eb           Bb    F              Gm
 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.
Eb               Bb   F              Gm
 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.
Eb           Bb          F        Gm
 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.
Eb          Bb       F
 Was it so hard to breathe?


        Gm            Bb             F             Cm
Was the picture in the paper not the face you recognise?
        Gm           Bb               F                Cm
Did the make up never make up for the pain behind your eyes?
      Gm          Bb                F            Cm
Cos I feel as if I know when you're on my silver screen
      Gm                 Bb                  F
But I don't know the dark places that you've been.


Eb           Bb    F              Gm
 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.
Eb               Bb   F              Gm
 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.
Eb           Bb          F        Gm
 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.
Eb          Bb       F
 Was it so hard to breathe?


Eb                                    Bb 
 Does another voice sing in Heaven's choir tonight,
Gm                            Fsus4 - F
    To fill the silence left behind?
Eb                            Bb 
  And I don't know what goes on in your mind
Gm                                 Fsus4 - F
    I'm sure it's enough to make me cry.
              Eb                 Bb   F
Someday we'll find you lived fore - ver.


Eb           Bb    F              Gm
 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.
Eb               Bb   F              Gm
 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.
Eb           Bb          F        Gm
 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.
Eb          Bb       F
 Was it so hard to breathe?