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[Verse 1]
A
From the Arizona desert
D
To the Salisbury Plain
G
Lights on the horizon
D
Patterns on the grain
A
Anxious eyes turned upward
D
Clutching souvenirs
G
Carrying our highest hopes
D
And our darkest fears
[Verse 2]
A
They swear there was an accident
D
Back in '47
G
Little man with a great big head
D
Splattered down from heaven
A
Government conspiracy
D
Cover-ups and lies
G
Hidden in the desert
D
Under endless skies
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
G
Post, postmodern world
Em
No time for heroes, no place for good guys
G
No room for Rocky The Flying Squirrel
[Chorus]
A
They're not here, they're not coming
Em
Not in a million years
F#m
Turn your weary eyes back homeward
E
Stop your trembling, dry your tears
A
You may see the heavens flashing
Em
You may hear the cosmos humming
A/C#
But I promise you, my brother
D
They're not here, they're not coming
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
A
Would they pile into the saucer
D
Find Orlando's rat and hug it?
G
Go screaming through the universe
D
Just to get McNuggets?
A
Well, I don't think so, I don't think so
D
It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange
G
Here in a world that won't give Oprah
D
No home on the range
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
G
Post, postmodern world
Em
No authenticity, no sign of soul
G
The radio won't play George and Merle
[Chorus]
A
They're not here, they're not coming
Em
Not in a million years
F#m
'Til we put away our hatred
E
'Til we lay aside our fears
A
You may see the heavens flashing
Em
You may hear the cosmos humming
A/C#
But I promise you, my sister
D
They're not here, they're not coming
[Bridge]
G
To this garden we were given
DA
And always took for granted
G
It's like my daddy told me
DA
"You just bloom where you're planted."
G
Now you long to be delivered
Bm
From this world of pain and strife
F#m
That's a sorry substitution
E
For a spiritual life
[Solo]
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[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
G
Post, postmodern world
Em
No place for sentiment, no room for romance
G
Bring back the Duke of Earl
[Chorus]
A
They're not here, they're not coming
Em
Not in a million years
F#m
Turn your hopes back homeward
E
Hold your children, dry their tears
A
You may see the heavens flashing
Em
You may hear the cosmos humming
A/C#
But I promise you, my brother
D
They're not here, they're not coming
A
They're not here, they're not coming
Em
Not in a million years
F#m
'Til we put away our hatred
E
And lay aside our fears
A
You may see the heavens flashing
Em
You may hear the cosmos humming
A/C#
But I promise you, my brother
D
They're not here, they're not coming