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