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