You were throwing your shoes right up ove[Am]r the wire[D]
You were rolling out Eas[G]y Bake Ovens and tire[C]s
Another whole da[Am]y on the Bucks County plai[D]n
Clouds rolling i[G]n, it's feeling like rain
Back in the yard[Cm]s and the woods by the po[F]ol
The leaves were on fi[Bb]re when I came home from sch[Eb]ool
Singing a song[Cm] that I wrote in myse[F]lf
Singing that [Bb]I could be something else
You were throwing your s[Ebm]hoes right up over the w[G#]ire
I was sitting there watchi[C#]ng on half-buried ti[F#]res
Scratching on sidew[Ebm]alks with fingers and st[G#]one
Waiting for t[C#]ime, feeling alone
Taking out p[F#m]ins in the cushions ins[B]ide
The rain falling do[E]wn on the telephone wi[A]re
Falling fa[F#m]rther and far[B]ther aw[E]ay
Those were the d[Am]ays of the model airp[D]lanes
Shooting up roc[G]kets for neighborhood f[C]ame
You on the gr[Am]ound, the remote in your h[D]and
I was sinking on d[G]own, my feet in the sand
The rock and roll ba[Cm]bysitter's ta[F]les
Of nights with the b[Bb]oys running off of the r[Eb]ails
They'd spend the whole ni[Cm]ght on abandoned fa[F]rms
Burning [Bb]up in each other's arms
You were throwing your s[Ebm]hoes right up over the w[G#]ire
You were setting those E[C#]asy Bake Ovens on f[F#]ire
I was carving my n[Ebm]ame on a chalkboard with na[G#]ils
Waiting for some[C#]body else to be there
Outside, the [F#m]dim suburban ho[B]mes
With their lawns full of ash[E]trays and their buckets of ph[A]ones
Ringing off mo[F#m]thers in ho[B]uses all d[E]ay
B[Am]ack then we had to be c[D]ool
But nob[G]ody taught me the ru[C]les
[Am]So I just wrote it all do[D]wn
On the ins[G]ide of my fast food paperboard crown
Riding bi[Cm]kes before I learned about br[F]akes
Around and aro[Bb]und those cul-de-sac la[Eb]nes
The teens rolling b[Cm]y in their giant green c[F]ars
Driving like ra[Bb]in, they were kissing like stars
You were throwing your s[Ebm]hoes right up over the w[G#]ire
You were building those Tinke[C#]rtoy castle empi[F#]res
Melting your cra[Ebm]yons over tables of fl[G#]ame
I was feeling al[C#]one, I was feeling insane
Dad took a pi[F#m]cture on August the n[B]inth
Of us with the news[E]paper and the head[A]line
'Ford Step[F#m]s Up; Ni[B]xon Res[E]ig[Esus]ns' [E]
You were rolling out Eas[G]y Bake Ovens and tire[C]s
Another whole da[Am]y on the Bucks County plai[D]n
Clouds rolling i[G]n, it's feeling like rain
Back in the yard[Cm]s and the woods by the po[F]ol
The leaves were on fi[Bb]re when I came home from sch[Eb]ool
Singing a song[Cm] that I wrote in myse[F]lf
Singing that [Bb]I could be something else
You were throwing your s[Ebm]hoes right up over the w[G#]ire
I was sitting there watchi[C#]ng on half-buried ti[F#]res
Scratching on sidew[Ebm]alks with fingers and st[G#]one
Waiting for t[C#]ime, feeling alone
Taking out p[F#m]ins in the cushions ins[B]ide
The rain falling do[E]wn on the telephone wi[A]re
Falling fa[F#m]rther and far[B]ther aw[E]ay
Those were the d[Am]ays of the model airp[D]lanes
Shooting up roc[G]kets for neighborhood f[C]ame
You on the gr[Am]ound, the remote in your h[D]and
I was sinking on d[G]own, my feet in the sand
The rock and roll ba[Cm]bysitter's ta[F]les
Of nights with the b[Bb]oys running off of the r[Eb]ails
They'd spend the whole ni[Cm]ght on abandoned fa[F]rms
Burning [Bb]up in each other's arms
You were throwing your s[Ebm]hoes right up over the w[G#]ire
You were setting those E[C#]asy Bake Ovens on f[F#]ire
I was carving my n[Ebm]ame on a chalkboard with na[G#]ils
Waiting for some[C#]body else to be there
Outside, the [F#m]dim suburban ho[B]mes
With their lawns full of ash[E]trays and their buckets of ph[A]ones
Ringing off mo[F#m]thers in ho[B]uses all d[E]ay
B[Am]ack then we had to be c[D]ool
But nob[G]ody taught me the ru[C]les
[Am]So I just wrote it all do[D]wn
On the ins[G]ide of my fast food paperboard crown
Riding bi[Cm]kes before I learned about br[F]akes
Around and aro[Bb]und those cul-de-sac la[Eb]nes
The teens rolling b[Cm]y in their giant green c[F]ars
Driving like ra[Bb]in, they were kissing like stars
You were throwing your s[Ebm]hoes right up over the w[G#]ire
You were building those Tinke[C#]rtoy castle empi[F#]res
Melting your cra[Ebm]yons over tables of fl[G#]ame
I was feeling al[C#]one, I was feeling insane
Dad took a pi[F#m]cture on August the n[B]inth
Of us with the news[E]paper and the head[A]line
'Ford Step[F#m]s Up; Ni[B]xon Res[E]ig[Esus]ns' [E]
