The Police - Synchronicity II

      Synchronicity II - The Police

F#4/m   G6-D

A          C#m          G*(355000)-D*(057700)   G*-D*
Another suburban family morning.
A            C#m7             G*-D*  G*-D*
Grandmother screaming at the wall.
A           C#m7            G*-D*  G*-D* 
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
A              C#m7        G*-D*  G*-D* 
We can't hear anything at all.

A                  Bm*(004230) B7*(004240)  Bm*(004230)
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
A               Bm*     B7*   Bm*
But we know all her suicides are fake.
Dm7*(…565)        Dm6*(…465)        Dm7*     Dm6*
Daddy only stares into the distance
Dm7*              Dm6*                  D*-E*  D*-E*
There's only so much more that he can take.

Am         F7+            G6              Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
        E          F*(033200)    E      G6-D  
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.


A          C#m          G*(355000)-D*(057700)   G*-D*
Another industrial ugly morning
A            C#m7             G*-D*  G*-D*
The factory belches filth into the sky.
A            C#m7             G*-D*  G*-D*
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
A            C#m7             G*-D*  G*-D*
He doesn't think to wonder why.

A                  Bm*(004230)      B7*(004240)      Bm*(004230)
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
A               Bm*             B7*     Bm*
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
Dm7*(…565)        Dm6*(…465)        Dm7*     Dm6*
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Dm7*              Dm6*          D*-E*  D*-E*
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.

Am         F7+            G6              Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
        E              F*(033200)         E
Of a dark Scottish lake.

F# (4)
G6-D   

A          C#m          G*(355000)-D*(057700)   G*-D*
Another working day has ended.
A            C#m7             G*-D*  G*-D*
Only the rush hour hell to face.
A            C#m7             G*-D*  G*-D*
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.
A            C#m7             G*-D*  G*-D*
Contestants in a suicidal race.

A                  Bm*(004230)      B7*(004240)      Bm*(004230)
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,
A                  Bm*(004230)      B7*(004240)      Bm*(004230)
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
Dm7*(…565)        Dm6*(…465)        Dm7*     Dm6*
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights,
Dm7*              Dm6*          D*-E*  D*-E*
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.

Am         F7+            G6              Bb7+*(003230)
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
        E         F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7        
Of a cottage on the shore of a dark
        E         F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7        
Scottish lake
        E         F*(033200) G*(055400) Dm7        
Many miles away