E                       Asus2
Looking back at the crash site,
E                        Asus2
I don't see me by the road side.
E                        G#
Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
C#m                   C#m7          A
Straight through the ghettos and without lights.
E                         Asus2
Now every heart has a blind side,
E                         Asus2
Where he learns how to improvise.
E                       G#
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
C#m           C#m7       A
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives

C#m                E               B       G#
 But all of these horses that you chase around,
       C#m      C#m7     F#        F#m             B
In the end they are the ones that always bring you down.

E                Asus2
This invisible city,
E                 Asus2
Where no one sees nothing.
E                     G#
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#m      C#m7      A
Feeling pretty is so hard.

[Bridge]
E                  Asus2
E                  Asus2

E                   Asus2
Now all of these voices,
E                   Asus2
And all of these noises.
E                     G#
With all of their illusions of choices,
C#m             C#m7            A
They've come to my door with one dozen roses.

E                   Asus2
The imitation of good thief
E                   Asus2
Is how you stumble upon hate
E                     G#
It may of been the first of mistakes
C#m              C#m7             A
When we held on to listening that opened the gates--

C#m                E               B       G#
 Now all of these horses that you chase around,
      C#m      C#m7     F#        F#m             B
In the end they are the ones that always bring you down.

E               Asus2
This invisible city,
E                 Asus2
where no one sees nothing.
E                       G#
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#m       C#m7      A
 Feeling pretty is so hard

E               Asus2
Now I try not to tell lies,
E               Asus2
But there's pressures from inside.
E                       G#
So I've learned how to compromise,
C#m      C#m7      A
Good people for alibis--

C#m                E               B       G#
  But all of these horses that you chase around,
      C#m      C#m7     F#        F#m             B
In the end they are the ones that always bring you down.

E               Asus2
This invisible city,
E               Asus2
where no one sees nothing.
E                       G#
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#m      C#m7      A
Feeling pretty is so hard.