Slow Dancing With San Andreas

D     F#m                     G  
 The heat coming off of the 
  G G F#m D
highway
D            F#m             
 makes the mountains out in the 
       G   G F#m
distance
Em                 D          F#m
look like they're shuddering;
                 G                 
look like they lost themselves in a
   F#m
 moment
            D        F#m
they hate remembering.
            G        F#m
I know the feeling.

[Prechorus]
               Em                
I want you to know (I want you to 
  G
know)
                  Em               
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel
      G
 so alone)

[Chorus]
           D             G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
 Bm                      A        
scared to death I won't walk these
     G
 streets again.
D                     G
  If we fail are we collateral 
damage?
     Bm       A           G
Did any of this make a difference?

D F#m G G A F#m G G

[Verse]
D                             G
These snow drifts haunt the Dakotas
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              D                    
like they're ghosts crawling on the
   G
 freeway
                D
Looking for a resting place.
              G                
Looking for roadside memorials, 
                        D
crosses and roses, a makeshift grave
                            G G F#m
A place they could fade away.

[Prechorus]
               Em                
I want you to know (I want you to 
  G
know)
                  Em               
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel
      G
 so alone)

[Chorus]
           D             G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
 Bm                      A        
scared to death I won't walk these
     G
 streets again.
D                     G
  If we fail are we collateral 
damage?
     Bm       A           G
Did any of this make a difference?
Bm                 G
I'm drowning in shallow water.
Bm                        G
I'm singing through the lump in my 
throat again.
D                G
If I'm given a voice but I don't say
 a thing,
Bm       A            G
is that blood on my hands?

[Bridge]
Em                      G
My grandfather drove a city bus
                    A
so maybe all this wandering in 
circles
              D
comes from somewhere in my blood.
Em                       G
My grandfather drove a city bus
                    A
so maybe all this restlessness,
        G                F#  
this discontent, this constant 
search for progress is in my blood
  Bm  G


[Chorus]
           D             G
I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
 Bm                      A        
scared to death I won't walk these
     G
 streets again.
D                     G
  If we fail are we collateral 
damage?
     Bm       A           G
Did any of this make a difference?
Bm                 G
I'm drowning in shallow water.
Bm                        G
I'm singing through the lump in my 
throat again.
D                G
If I'm given a voice but I don't say
 a thing,
Bm       A            G
is that blood on my hands?