C                 G
Hey Jean, this is Henry McClean
         F                     D
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
        C                       G
And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving and maybe
      F                       D
You'd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby
C                    G
Isn't it strange how little we change?
F                  D
Isn't it sad we're insane?
C                         G
Playing the games that we know end in tears
F                                D
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands
And thousands and...
F#
Jumped into his cosmic flyer
A
Pulled his plastic collar higher
Dmaj7
Light the fuse and stand right back
   C#
He cried, "this is my last goodbye"
D                              G
Point me at the sky and let it fly (Point me at the sky and let it fly)
D                              G
Point me at the sky and let it fly (Point me at the sky and let it fly)
D                              G        D
Point me at the sky and let it fly
    C                       G
And if you survive till two thousand and five
  F                       D
I hope you're exceedingly thin
    C                         G
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
          F                         D
While the people around you breathe in, breathe in
Breathe in, breathe in...
F#
People pressing on my sides
   A
Is something that I hate
          Dmaj7
And so is sitting down to eat
          C#
With only little capsules on my plate
D                              G
Point me at the sky and let it fly
(Point me at the sky and let it fly)
D                              G
Point me at the sky and let it fly
(Point me at the sky and let it fly)
D
Point me at the sky and let it
G   D/F# Em7 G
Fly
C   G/B  Am7
Ahhh
    D                              G
And all we've got to say to you is goodbye
D                                                 G
Tell my mother and my sister and my brother, it's goodbye
D                             G
Hey Jean, look at the screen, goodbye
D                                       G
We're gonna hang in the Milky Way, it's goodbye
D                   G
Fly, fly, fly, fly, goodbye
D                    G
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, goodbye)
D                    G
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, goodbye)
										Point Me At The Sky accords
de Pink Floyd
