G  Am  Em     G  Am        C          G
Sunset sky is leaving your hometown behind.
      G    Am    Em       G Am  C              G
Those pine trees fade. The tiny cars, on their way.
        Am     D
They're almost there.
        Am     D
They're almost where?


[Chorus]
G                            C     G
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
        C      G              D
What if no one remembers your name?
G                      C            G
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
    C            G           D
The roots of the garden, one day?
       Am           D
Does it frighten or free us
               Am                 D                 G
To think the... the world doesn't need us, at all?


[Verse 2]
    G  Am     Em
The valley is wide.
        G   Am  C               G
You can see its lights from the sky.
  G      Am         Em
A silent shimmering earth,
    G  Am         C              G
And another young fool takes his turn
     Am        D           Am              D
To arrive at A X with that kickdrum in his chest.


[Chorus]
G                            C     G
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
        C      G              D
What if no one remembers your name?
G                      C            G
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
    C            G           D
The roots of the garden, one day?
       Am           D
Does it frighten or free us
               Am                 D
To think the... the world doesn't need us?


[Bridge]
Am
 And our memoirs,
D
 Are just cave art?
G                  D                 Em
 Our walk of fame, starlight, trophy wives?
            D
Everybody's walking away, but
Am     D
Nobody knows what to say except
Am         D         Am
To make it clear, by God:
Em     D
"I was here!"


|G   |G D C  | x2


[Verse 3]
    G  Am     Em    G     Am  C            G
But Hollywood knows where the stars really go.
     G   Am        Em
It's not where you think;
G   Am  C          G
All the parking is free.
        Am        D
And I'm not being clever
             G    Am   C
When I say, "Hollywood forever!"


[Chorus]
G                            C     G
What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
        C      G              D
What if no one remembers your name?
G                      C            G
What if we're just the food for the cotton,
    C            G           D
The roots of the garden, one day?
           Am       D
Well we'll honk our horns.
   Am               D
Forget that we were born... naked.