Intro: Am  C  G  Dm

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


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


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


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


F                                    C 
 Does another voice sing in Heaven's choir tonight,
Am                            Gsus4 - G
    To fill the silence left behind?
F                            C 
  And I don't know what goes on in your mind
Am                                 Gsus4 - G
    I'm sure it's enough to make me cry.
              F                 C   G
Someday we'll find you lived fore - ver.


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