B B Well, I’m changing all my strings E I’m gonna write another travelin' song B about all the billion highways F# and the cities at the break of dawn B Well, I guess the best that I can do now E is pretend that I’ve done nothing wrong F# and dream about a train that’s gonna E B take me back where I belong B Now the ocean speaks and spits E and I can hear it from the interstate B and I’m screaming at my brother F# on the cell phone, he is far away B And I’m saying nothing in the past E or future ever will feel like today F# until we’re parking in an alley, E B just hoping that our shit is safe E B So I go back and forth forever E B All my thoughts, they come in pairs E D#m C#m Well, I will, I won’t, I doubt, I don’t, I’m not surprised E F# B But I never feel quite prepared (Mute Strings) (B) Now I’m hunched over a typewriter (E) I guess you’d call that painting in a cave (B) And there’s a word I can’t remember (F#) and a feeling I can not escape (B) And now my ashtray’s overflowing (E) I’m still staring at a clean white page F# And morning’s at my window E B and she is sending me to bed again B Well, I dreamed of dark on the horizon, E I dreamed a desert where the dead laid down B I dreamed a prostituted child F# touching an old man in a fast food crowd B Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinking, E there was people screaming all around F# And I awoke to my alarm clock, E B it was a pop song, it was playing loud E B So I will find my fears and face them E B Or I will cower like a dog E D#m I will kick and scream or kneel and plead C#m E F# B I will fight like hell to hide that I’m giving up