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                   Of Space And Time (Roaming Through The Hills) 
                              - City and Colour
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Tabbed by: Gavin
Email: gavinjoseph@hotmail.co.uk

This may not be 100% correct but it sounds fine to play along - this is based on 
If you have any queries or see any errors, please email me.


Tuning: Standard Tuning (Capo on 1)

Dallas uses a few variations with his pull-offs and hammer-ons, but the basic pattern is this:

Verse (figure out strumming):

E|---0---0-0-0-----0---0-0-0-----0---0-------0---0----------0---0-0-0-----0---0-0-0---|
B|---2---2-2-2-----2---2-2-2-----2---2-------2---2----------2---2-2-2-----2---2-2-2---|
G|---2---2-2-2-----2---2-2-2-----2---2-------2---2----------2---2-2-2-----2---2-2-2---|
D|---2---2-2-2-----2---2-2-2-----2---2-0h2---2---2-0h2p0----0---0-0-0-----0---0-0-0---|
A|-0-0---0-0-0---0-0---0-0-0---0-0---0-----0-0---0----------0---0-0-0-----0---0-0-0---|
E|--------------------------------------------------------2-----2-2-2---2-----2-2-2---|

E|---0---0-0-0-----0---0-0-0--|
B|---2---2-2-2-----2---2-2-2--|
G|---2---2-2-2-----2---2-2-2--|
D|---0---0-0-0-----0---0-0-0--|
A|---0---0-0-0-----0---0-0-0--|
E|-2-----2-2-2---2-----2-2-2--|

Chorus (same strum pattern):

E|--0-----0-----0-----3---|
B|--0-----2-----0-----3---|
G|--2-----2-----1-----0---|
D|--4-----2-----2-----0---|
A|--4-----0-----2-----2---|
E|--------------0-----3---|

Lyrics:

There's a murder of crows flying high over head
On this desolate road, will I tend to forget
About you and I, and our fight to survive
Through this thunderous life
When we're not side by side

I'm roaming through the hills all alone
I'm trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I follow the stars until the first light

I don't know what drugs to take
To successfully alter the state
That my mind has been in as of late
Something is eating away at my brain
There's an elephant in the back of the room
And it's standing in plain view
Everyone can see, that it looks just like me

I'm roaming through the hills all alone
I'm trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I follow the stars until the first light

I will not call this road home
Though it is all I know
I will not call this road home
Though it is all I know

I'm roaming through the hills all alone
I'm trying to find my direction home
A question of space, a matter of time
I follow the stars until the first light