Intro
G#m B6 C#
G#m B6 C#
G#m B6 E6 F#6
G#m B6 C# F# D#7
G#m B6 C#
Ver1
G#m B6 C#
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
G#m C# D#m7
It fills me with unease
G#m B6 C#
Out there by the roadside someone's lyin'
F# (pause) G#m
Under sycamore leaves
G#m C# G#m C#
A# D#
Ver2
G#m B6 C#
Wet grounds, late September
G#m C# D#m7
The foliage of the trees
G#m B6 C#
I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
A# B6 G#m
Covered by sycamore leaves
G#m C# G#m C#
Bridge
A# F# G#m
And I could never make it
A# F# G#m
And I could never see
A# F# C#
And I could never break out
B6 D# G#m
And shake its grip on me
G#m B6 C#
G#m B6 C#
Ver1
G#m B6 C#
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
G#m C# D#m7
It fills me with unease
G#m B C#
Out there by the roadside someone's lyin'
A# B6 G#m
Covered by sycamore leaves
and repeat the last phrase just like coda