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 well I’m changing all my strings

 I’m gonna write another travellin song

 about all the billion highways

 and the cities at the break of dawn

 well I guess the best that I can do now

 is pretend that I’ve done nothing wrong

 and dream about a train that’s gonna

 take me back where I belong

 now the ocean speaks and spits

 and I can hear it from the interstate

 and I’m screaming at my brother

 on the cell phone, he is far away

 and I’m saying nothing in the past

 or future ever will feel like today

 until we’re parking in an alley,

 just hoping that our shit is safe

 so I go back and forth forever

 all my thoughts, they come in pairs

 well I will I won’t I doubt I don’t I’m not surprised

 But I never feel quite prepared

(Mute Strings)

 Now I’m hunched over a typewriter

 I guess you’d call that painting in a cave

 And there’s a word I can’t remember

 and a feeling I can not escape

 And now my ashtray’s overflowing

 I’m still staring at a clean white page

And morning’s at my window

 and she is sending me to bed again

 Well I dreamed of dark on the horizon,

 I dreamed a desert where the dead laid down

 I dreamed a prostituted child

 touching an old man in a fast food crowd

 Oh Yeah I dreamt a ship was sinking,

 there was people screaming all around

 And I awoke to my alarm clock,

 it was a pop song, it was playing loud

 So I will find my fears and face them

 Or I will cower like a dog

 I will kick and scream or kneel and plead

 I will fight like hell to hide that I’m giving up

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