G
On the my first trip to the coast
               Am
Through the backseat window
                         G
The evergreen shadows reminded me of home
                           Am
Now they remind me of us sitting close
           C                    Am
When I'm crying with the ghosts
  C
Crying with the ghosts
     Bm      C
It's mostly sky

               G
It's mostly leaving town I guess
                  Am
Never thought I'd be such a mess

I confess I know the consequence
    Bm             Am
I loved you but I lost you to silence
              G
And now I'm losing my breath
             Am
Just from counting up weekends
           C                     Am
When I'm crying with the ghosts
  C
Crying with the ghosts
              Bm
The world is mostly sky

               Em
The place we leave
              D
And when we don't leave
                   Bm                 C
Walking where the dead gather in the fog
             Em      D
I saw you through it
Bm                      C
I can see ya through it