E A

[Verse 1]
E
I took to the highway
A
Went out to Pico-Crenshaw
E                A
Old friends, old friends
E
I took to the highway
A
The highway took to me
       E        A
Like a second skin

[Chorus]
B                      A
Rolled around in the evening
                  E
Circling like a buzzard
            B
Trouble in mind
E              A        B      E
Excavating the space we left behind

E A

[Verse 2]
E
Yes, I took trinkets with me
A
Left them by the crater
E                A
Hear ghosts, old ghosts
E
Smelled all the chlorine
A
I took the low road
          E              A
Where the light was just right

[Chorus]
B                       A
Crawled around in the glowing
                 E
All-embracing wreckage
                     B
Sun-burned and snow-blind
E              A        B      E
Excavating the space we left behind