Intro
A A D A E D
[Verse 1]
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With the edge of the Mojave curling up into the fire
A
The highway is a black snake, the back of which I ride
D
I can feel the city breathing out over the rise
A
But the engine coughs and shudders, I think the dream’s about to die
E
With the final mile stretched out, the needle met the dash
C*
I ran hard upon a promise but I couldn’t make it last
[Verse 2]
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Well, I swore there on the hood with the skyline below
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That I’d walk among the failures, shipwrecked sailors, and their gold
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The undiscovered genius, the thousand secret songs
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The million dollar smiles getting tired, getting old
E
Hey there, baby, don’t you look so sad
C*
The sun is just a big star running out of g-g-g-gas
[Chorus]
F#m E
Warning to the saints not to look into the lights
F#m D
Nothing there to save you when you’ve sold it to the night
E
Pawn whatever’s left to lose beneath the palms
E D
For every fire burning, there’s an ocean in the dark
D
In the dark
N.C.
Yeah-eah-eah
[Verse 3]
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Burnouts on the blacktop, restless in the heat
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Leather under leather, empty veins, and busted strings
D
Nebraska girl, no longer checking groceries, saving tips
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She’s a shadow 'neath the shadow of a phone that never rings
E
Call the number at the bottom of that faded billboard sign
D
If you start to get too lonely and you need someone to change your mind
[Verse 4]
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Well, you ghosts that never made it, take your seats behind the bar
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Sing your karaoke music in the space between the stars
D
Just a small town girl, supersonic rocket man
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Tell me all about your pain, tell me all about your plans
E
All you television spirits, can I buy y’all a round?
D
I’ve played every dive in Portland but I’m kinda new in town
[Chorus]
F#m E
Warning to the saints not to look into the lights
F#m D
Nothing there to save you when you’ve sold it to the night
E
Pawn whatever’s left to lose beneath the palms
E D
For every fire burning, there’s an ocean in the dark
D
In the dark
N.C.
Whoaaa
[Outro]
A
With the edge of the Mojave curling up into the fire
A
The highway is a black snake, the back of which I ride
D
I can feel the city breathing out over the rise
A
But the engine coughs and shudders, I think the dream’s about to die
E
With the final mile stretched out, the needle met the dash
D
I ran hard upon a promise but I couldn’t make it