With a [C]bag, a [G]bottle and [F]this old gui[C]tar
In The [C]back of some [G]bus on the [F]road[C]
I'm [C]living the [G]high life with [F]nothing to [C]show
But a [C]love thats l[G]etting me g[C]o
Your [F]heroes turn [G]out to be [C]assholes
And the [F]light that youre c[C]hasing in the tunnel is a t[G]rain
The [F]singers in k[G]ey, the g[C]uitars in tu[F]ne
But the [C]song is still [G]slipping a[C]way
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside
Chorus
In The [C]back of some [G]bus on the [F]road[C]
I'm [C]living the [G]high life with [F]nothing to [C]show
But a [C]love thats l[G]etting me g[C]o
Your [F]heroes turn [G]out to be [C]assholes
And the [F]light that youre c[C]hasing in the tunnel is a t[G]rain
The [F]singers in k[G]ey, the g[C]uitars in tu[F]ne
But the [C]song is still [G]slipping a[C]way
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside
Chorus