tune everything down a half step
C
lead me through these cities of imaginary trends
Am
something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend
F C G
as fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then
C
I've got a lot to loose so come and take it from me quick
Am
everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick
F
take these cities from me I'll build buildings up with my own
C G
bare hands
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F C G
till the lonely messengers come calling you back home
the trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road
stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had
100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line
singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone
to kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire
to help them to remember that the road is nothing but a liar
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F
till the lonely messengers come calling you back
Dm Am
to the red door, cracked and crooked walk way
C E
the fence impaling the stars
Dm Am C E F
ghostly keepers lead the way through railroads of abandoned cars
G E F G E
the tracks and city streets cut through like scars
F C
the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal
G Am
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
F C
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
G F C G
till the lonely messengers come calling you back home
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