Tabbed by: Tommy Bryant E-mail: LynchburgGuitarLessons (at) gmail Tuning: Standard Capo: 2nd Fret [Intro] G Cmaj7 G G Cmaj7 G [Verse] G Cmaj7 G What a thing to be the witness to the sunshine GCmaj7 G What a dream to just be walking on the ground Em Bm C G What a time to live among the ashen remnants of our love GDG That came before and I'm still looking for that now GCmaj7 G It took centuries to build these twisted cities GCmaj7 G It took seconds to reduce them down to dust Em Bm And all the tour guide could say was C G 'Take your pictures folks it's late GD G And try your best please to remember what was done' CG Don't look so forlorn, don't you look so scared CG Don't get so upset, this world was never fair D C But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day D CG Cmaj7 G There are hundreds of ways, now you just find one G Cmaj7 G I used to think that time was of the essence G Cmaj7G Now I just wish I could get some sleep EmBm CG All the strange parade of sounds the city makes when I lie down G D G Little explosions that set fire to my dreams G Cmaj7 G Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor GCmaj7 G And I guess that I can see it from the side EmBm CG Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be GD G I hope I am forgotten when I die CG Don't contradict me, don't make me cross the line C G If you feel threatened, it's only 'cause I might D C But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day D C There are hundreds of ways to get through the day D C G Yes there are hundreds of ways so you best find one D C All my heroes, they're all talk DC Running in circles, some stopwatch some chaos D C Love was the message, for a start Em Bm C We ramble on and on Em Bm CG We ramble on and on (HEY!) G Cmaj7 G I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina GCmaj7 G And sold them out in Bakersfield for cash Em Bm C G Now the bandshell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan G DG Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back G Cmaj7G Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence G Cmaj7 G A sociopath riding on a bus Em Bm C G And his irises are black from his novelty contacts G D G He looks around but he can’t see the rest of us CG In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light C G It's getting dark broke, but I've always loved the night D C But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day D C There are hundreds of ways to get through the day D C There are hundreds of ways to get through the day D C There are hundreds of ways to get through the day D C There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways D C G To get through the day just find one
