Intro
F#m A6 B
F#m A6 B
F#m A6 D6 E6
F#m A6 B E C#7
F#m A6 B
Ver1
F#m A6 B
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
F#m B C#m7
It fills me with unease
F#m A6 B
Out there by the roadside someone's lyin'
E (pause) F#m
Under sycamore leaves
F#m B F#m B
G# C#
Ver2
F#m A6 B
Wet grounds, late September
F#m B C#m7
The foliage of the trees
F#m A6 B
I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
G# A6 F#m
Covered by sycamore leaves
F#m B F#m B
Bridge
G# E F#m
And I could never make it
G# E F#m
And I could never see
G# E B
And I could never break out
A6 C# F#m
And shake its grip on me
F#m A6 B
F#m A6 B
Ver1
F#m A6 B
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
F#m B C#m7
It fills me with unease
F#m A B
Out there by the roadside someone's lyin'
G# A6 F#m
Covered by sycamore leaves
and repeat the last phrase just like coda