D                          F#m
Let the night air cool you off
D                              F#m
Tilt your head back and try to cough.
E                           Bm
Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw.
D                          F#m
Let the night air cool you off.

I ain't living like I should.
A little rest might do me good.
Got to sinking in the place where I once stood.
Now I ain't living like I should.

Chorus:
E                          D      A    F#m
Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold.
E                              D   A   F#m
Maybe I can only hear it in my head.
E                              D   A   F#m
Fifteen years ago we owned that road
B                        D
now it's rolling over us instead.
D                 F#m
Richard Manuel is dead.