[C#m]You spread your rusty fingers across the [B]ledge.
You get your grip and peer down over the [E]edge.
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
You?re not apart of it. You?re broken now, like [C#m]us.
I turn and brush the [B]birds from off my s[E]houlders.
And cross [G#m]side-walks with an earful of white noise.
[C#m]You sit up on your perch for the rest of the [B]night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crum[E]bles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
[C#m]I stop and watch the [B]airplanes leave the [E]city.
And I [G#m]silently wish I was on one.
[C#m]You sit down slow and watch yourself in the [B]glass.
You reach inside and tear out all your ca[E]bles.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
[C#m]I have no answers; I?m [B]rambling.
I was [E]never one to [G#m]solve whatever has gone wrong.
[C#m]You lie down on the roof and watch the sun [B]rise.
Its burning fingers rummage through your in[E]sides.
And for a moment you feel like you?re alive.
And then it?s gone, so you get up.
[E]Up, up, baby. There?s blood on the sidewalks of this [B]town.
They?ve got us on the [C#m]ropes. But we don?t have to [B]take it lying down [A]anymore.
Our hands aren?t tied now.
[E]Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this [B]town.
They?ve got ?em buried [C#m]deep.
Under layers of [B]concrete are the bones of our [A]past.
(Oh no, no)
[C#m]We?ll [B]leave on the [E]evening [A]train.
[C#m]It won?t be [B]long, but it [E]feels that [A]way.
[C#m]But home never [B]meant very much to us [E]any__[A]way.
[C#m]So we convince our[B]selves that we?re better off [A]gone.
And maybe we?re [E]right.
And [E]we col[B]lapse on a [C#m]road.
On an [B]old dirt road, where the [A]sun doesn?t [B]look like such a [E]waste.
And [E]we fall [B]asleep, under [C#m]leaves of a [B]couple of them nearby [A]tress.
And we [B]never wake [E]again.
Never again, no never again.
You get your grip and peer down over the [E]edge.
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
You?re not apart of it. You?re broken now, like [C#m]us.
I turn and brush the [B]birds from off my s[E]houlders.
And cross [G#m]side-walks with an earful of white noise.
[C#m]You sit up on your perch for the rest of the [B]night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crum[E]bles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.
[C#m]I stop and watch the [B]airplanes leave the [E]city.
And I [G#m]silently wish I was on one.
[C#m]You sit down slow and watch yourself in the [B]glass.
You reach inside and tear out all your ca[E]bles.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
[C#m]I have no answers; I?m [B]rambling.
I was [E]never one to [G#m]solve whatever has gone wrong.
[C#m]You lie down on the roof and watch the sun [B]rise.
Its burning fingers rummage through your in[E]sides.
And for a moment you feel like you?re alive.
And then it?s gone, so you get up.
[E]Up, up, baby. There?s blood on the sidewalks of this [B]town.
They?ve got us on the [C#m]ropes. But we don?t have to [B]take it lying down [A]anymore.
Our hands aren?t tied now.
[E]Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this [B]town.
They?ve got ?em buried [C#m]deep.
Under layers of [B]concrete are the bones of our [A]past.
(Oh no, no)
[C#m]We?ll [B]leave on the [E]evening [A]train.
[C#m]It won?t be [B]long, but it [E]feels that [A]way.
[C#m]But home never [B]meant very much to us [E]any__[A]way.
[C#m]So we convince our[B]selves that we?re better off [A]gone.
And maybe we?re [E]right.
And [E]we col[B]lapse on a [C#m]road.
On an [B]old dirt road, where the [A]sun doesn?t [B]look like such a [E]waste.
And [E]we fall [B]asleep, under [C#m]leaves of a [B]couple of them nearby [A]tress.
And we [B]never wake [E]again.
Never again, no never again.
