Verse 1: H[G]alf a mile out, knee deep [Cmaj7]in, h[Em]ooked on a dream that is [C]reelin' me in. O[G]h is this how we be[Cmaj7]gin? F[Em]lowers on fire in b[C]lack and white film. C[G]urtains of rain on the [Cmaj7]pier, w[Em]atching the skirt of the d[C]ay disappear. C[G]aught like a wheel in a [Cmaj7]groove. I'm c[Em]rankin' it big but it...