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