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