Am C G D 

Am    C       G             D
Wait, dear, a white horse is walking down my  
street here. Your words are creeping at my feet.  
I fear, that sunrise will come too soon and you?ll  
disappear to the haze of this city and go south 
Oh no?  
 
Chorus 
Am C
Whoa..  
G            D            Am    C
Seems like I?m always on my own 
Seems like I?m never coming home 
Seems like I'm always on my... 
Am               C              G             D
All the stars and boulevards ain?t close enough for you