High Pressure Low

Intro
B5 F# E (x4)
E (low) Eb C#

Verse 1
             B
There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,
 E
uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
                           B
across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air.
            F#       E E F# E(low) 
I paced in Agitation.
   B
I drew the curtains closed.
I turned the air conditioner on.
             E
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face.
 B              Bb-B             F#      E E F# G# F#
Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.

Chorus
          E                            B   F#
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
              E       B    F#
living in an era of instability.
    E
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
       B              F#
fear breeds in honest men.
                      B  F#
It's a high pressure low.
        E             B  F# E
It's a high pressure low.

Verse 2
B
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan.
E
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens.
         B
And the pious preacher commands.
                      F#         E E F# E (low)
I hold my breath in anticipation.
 B
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run.
 E
Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions.
       B   Bb -B                     F#       E E F# G# F#
And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?

Chorus
          E                            B   F#
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
              E       B    F#
living in an era of instability.
    E
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
       B             F#
fear breeds in honest men.
                      B  F#
It's a high pressure low.
        E             B  F# E
It's a high pressure low.

Verse 3
      D     
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
    G
In retrospect he had to admit;
             D                                                  A      G A
there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.
     D       
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
           G
there are those who just cannot forget.
       D    C#2-D                    A       G A
And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?

Chorus
         G                              D    A
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
          G                 D  A
living in an era of instability.
                     G
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
       D               A
fear breeds in honest men.
                      D   A
It's a high pressure low. 
        G             D   A
It's a high pressure low.
        G             D   A
It's a high pressure low. 
        G             D   A  G
It's a high pressure low.
                     
Outro
G F# E-F#-E D A D