by Matt Duke
Tabbed by Ben Mascioli
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro:
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [D]
So here's the [G]note I [C]left by the [D]fireplace and [Em]ash
From all the [C]notes that I had burned not long ag[D]o.
It's great how [G]sever[C]ing all these [D]ties can make things [Em]right,
Or at [C]least less wrong than they ever were bef[D]ore.
Those days I'd [G]sit, pens[C]ive, by the [D]window and I could [Em]taste
The awful fl[C]avor of nostalgia mixed with [D]hurt.
But now my [G]mouth, my mouth is [C]dry.
I choke on [D]logic and my tongue is t[Em]ied
From reciting insp[C]ired bible verses and bullshit l[D]ies.
They s[Em]ay that this world is a wide open road
And w[G]e're stuck h[D]olding the [Em]wheel,
But in [C]one hand's a whiskey and the other's too drunk to [D]steer,
So where do we go from [G]here?
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [Em] [D]
I dance and I [G]pray, I dance and pray for r[C]ain
To wipe this [D]earth out once ag[Em]ain!-
And extend those f[C]orty days and nights indefinit[D]ely.
There'll be t[G]idal w[C]aves as all of our pr[D]oblems wash [Em]away,
You can here my [C]laughter just before I start to [D]drown.
If [Em]everyone here is a child of God,
Then the [G]world is a pi[D]tiless w[Em]hore
And He's [C]still playing favorites and behind on His child supp[D]ort.
So where do we go from [G]here now?
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G]x2[C][Em][D]
Quietly, play each chord only once:
The [Em]noose that we wear doesn't matter at all,
(Unl[G]ess we [D]kick out our [Em]feet)
C (begin to build back up...) D
Perhaps our salvation is to know that we're incomplete.
Back at regular volume:
So here's the [G]note, the note that c[C]ounts,
Explaining [D]why I wanted [Em]out.
It reads in [C]small print:
"I'm much to tired to think anym[D]ore..."
So where do we go from [G]here?
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [Em] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G](R[C]ep[Em]eat[D] "Where do we go from here now?" with the occasional vocal riffing til end.)
Tabbed by Ben Mascioli
Capo on 3rd Fret
Intro:
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [D]
So here's the [G]note I [C]left by the [D]fireplace and [Em]ash
From all the [C]notes that I had burned not long ag[D]o.
It's great how [G]sever[C]ing all these [D]ties can make things [Em]right,
Or at [C]least less wrong than they ever were bef[D]ore.
Those days I'd [G]sit, pens[C]ive, by the [D]window and I could [Em]taste
The awful fl[C]avor of nostalgia mixed with [D]hurt.
But now my [G]mouth, my mouth is [C]dry.
I choke on [D]logic and my tongue is t[Em]ied
From reciting insp[C]ired bible verses and bullshit l[D]ies.
They s[Em]ay that this world is a wide open road
And w[G]e're stuck h[D]olding the [Em]wheel,
But in [C]one hand's a whiskey and the other's too drunk to [D]steer,
So where do we go from [G]here?
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [Em] [D]
I dance and I [G]pray, I dance and pray for r[C]ain
To wipe this [D]earth out once ag[Em]ain!-
And extend those f[C]orty days and nights indefinit[D]ely.
There'll be t[G]idal w[C]aves as all of our pr[D]oblems wash [Em]away,
You can here my [C]laughter just before I start to [D]drown.
If [Em]everyone here is a child of God,
Then the [G]world is a pi[D]tiless w[Em]hore
And He's [C]still playing favorites and behind on His child supp[D]ort.
So where do we go from [G]here now?
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G]x2[C][Em][D]
Quietly, play each chord only once:
The [Em]noose that we wear doesn't matter at all,
(Unl[G]ess we [D]kick out our [Em]feet)
C (begin to build back up...) D
Perhaps our salvation is to know that we're incomplete.
Back at regular volume:
So here's the [G]note, the note that c[C]ounts,
Explaining [D]why I wanted [Em]out.
It reads in [C]small print:
"I'm much to tired to think anym[D]ore..."
So where do we go from [G]here?
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [Em] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [D]
[G](R[C]ep[Em]eat[D] "Where do we go from here now?" with the occasional vocal riffing til end.)
