CAPO 2
Intro: A E f#M D E
A E f#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
A E f#M D E
In a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill
A E f#M D E
And every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrills
A E f#M D E
And everyone she meets is cool, but just out of reach and it kills
f#M D A E
She used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars
f#M E
Now shes ours
A E f#M D E
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear and people are nice
A E f#M D E
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise
f#M D A E
For now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him
f#M D A E
But he sold his soul to fit right in and he watched his friends desert him
f#M D A E
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl
f#M E
Now hes ours
Its a city of or[D]phans
Who[A] had nowhere [E]to go
So they cashed i[D]n their dreams
Headed northwest[A] to the sea and they called it[E] their home
But most dont be[D]long here
Wer[A]e all running[E] away
And well drain you dry o[D]f all semblance of [A]life
We dont give we just take, ta[E]ke, take
Bridge:
f#M f#M
But this city has no Bible
f#M f#M
Theres no meaning you can use
Were all[D] desperately [E]searching for t[A]ruth
Were a city of o[D]rphans
Who[A] had nowhere [E]to go
So we cashed in our [D]dreams, filled our glasses wit[A]h Beam
and our bodies wi[E]th smoke
and we spend ever[D]y weeknight
tradin[A]g pints at th[E]e Streamline
and we talk about t[D]ruth and we talk about[A] love but we w[E]ake up to lies, lies, lies
its a city of or[D]phans
whe[A]re did our fa[E]thers go
we stumble aroun[D]d in the bad par[A]t of town at the end of ou[E]r rope
but there are no[D] answers
on [A]the tables of[E] oak
if God could jus[D]t hear us
we think that He[A]s near, but He left long a[E]go
were a city of o[D]rphans
what [A]do we do to o[E]urselves?
We take all the [D]good and the heaven arou[A]nd us and turn it to hel[E]l
We take all the [D]good and the heaven arou[A]nd us and turn it to hel[E]l
We take all the [D]good and the heaven arou[A]nd us and turn it to hel[E]l
A E f#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
This is my first song to put up here. I'm not too sure on the 4 F#m's in the bridge
section, but it fits. I hope this works for you, Thanks!
Intro: A E f#M D E
A E f#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
A E f#M D E
In a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill
A E f#M D E
And every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrills
A E f#M D E
And everyone she meets is cool, but just out of reach and it kills
f#M D A E
She used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars
f#M E
Now shes ours
A E f#M D E
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear and people are nice
A E f#M D E
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise
f#M D A E
For now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him
f#M D A E
But he sold his soul to fit right in and he watched his friends desert him
f#M D A E
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl
f#M E
Now hes ours
Its a city of or[D]phans
Who[A] had nowhere [E]to go
So they cashed i[D]n their dreams
Headed northwest[A] to the sea and they called it[E] their home
But most dont be[D]long here
Wer[A]e all running[E] away
And well drain you dry o[D]f all semblance of [A]life
We dont give we just take, ta[E]ke, take
Bridge:
f#M f#M
But this city has no Bible
f#M f#M
Theres no meaning you can use
Were all[D] desperately [E]searching for t[A]ruth
Were a city of o[D]rphans
Who[A] had nowhere [E]to go
So we cashed in our [D]dreams, filled our glasses wit[A]h Beam
and our bodies wi[E]th smoke
and we spend ever[D]y weeknight
tradin[A]g pints at th[E]e Streamline
and we talk about t[D]ruth and we talk about[A] love but we w[E]ake up to lies, lies, lies
its a city of or[D]phans
whe[A]re did our fa[E]thers go
we stumble aroun[D]d in the bad par[A]t of town at the end of ou[E]r rope
but there are no[D] answers
on [A]the tables of[E] oak
if God could jus[D]t hear us
we think that He[A]s near, but He left long a[E]go
were a city of o[D]rphans
what [A]do we do to o[E]urselves?
We take all the [D]good and the heaven arou[A]nd us and turn it to hel[E]l
We take all the [D]good and the heaven arou[A]nd us and turn it to hel[E]l
We take all the [D]good and the heaven arou[A]nd us and turn it to hel[E]l
A E f#M D E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill
This is my first song to put up here. I'm not too sure on the 4 F#m's in the bridge
section, but it fits. I hope this works for you, Thanks!
