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