No Key No Plan

Usually I play this D shape:

Intro: G

Verse 1:

When I’m hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then,

really, I’ll try to get right with myself.

So I’ll grope down that ladder again, until I’m tumbling

but really, I just want to slide, I want to crash-land.

While my friend, my associate, he’s a regal man.

He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning,

and then it’s back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand.

Moralize all you might like, I don't believe in it.

Chorus:

(You’ve never earned your soul.) I know,

(You’ve never earned your soul.) I know,

(You’ve never earned your soul.) I know,

but I’m gonna try.

Verse 2:

I’m a rich young sophisticate, I’ve got girls and friends.

I’m doing what I really like and getting paid for it.

There is no key, there’s no plan; I discovered that.

And, truly, I don’t think you'll find a happier man.

Chorus

"....but I'm gonna try."

You float up high and it isn’t a sin.

And there isn’t a hell where we’ll be sent.

There’s only now, and there isn’t then.

So just breathe it in.