Standard (EADGBE)

Turn the key

start the flame

fog, heat, motion

In the concrete ocean.

Is there a fog outside the glass?

Or a fog inside my mind?

I watch the clock, I'll watch the sky

but still I won't know why.

Now this highway is twisting

like a barber's pole

where you bled me out

but I didn't have a doubt.

Everything you did, everything you said

had its rhyme and reason.

Finger picking riff

[finger picking]

I wish I stopped but once

to shine the silver platter

I used to show my excuses for you.

I wonder if I would see

my face in the reflection

or the mask that had become my skin?

(Instrumental break)

[strumming]

But now I see clearly

clear as glass:

the only thing keeping the wind

from blowing you out of my head.

I took the key out of my back

you won't wind me up again

I won't sing for you anymore

I won't make excuses for you anymore.

I'll put on the same clothes

that I wore yesterday.

Because tears dry, and lies die.

But the sun always rises in the morning.

Coda

repeat until faded out