Intro
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C#m
Gilbert works alone, late into the night
D A D
Dangling from a freeway overpass
C#m
He’s welding rebar and sculpting concrete
D A D
They’re paving in the gap way out west
Bm F#m
Off in the distance the sleeping city shines
D A D
Raises his mask to take a look
Bm F#m
Slips from the perch still holding onto his torch
D A D
I see him falling just like a burning star
C#m A F#m D
Out of control mmmmmm mmmmmm
C#m A F#m D
And heading way of course mmmmmmm mmmmmm
C#m D A
Waking up confused in a bed of thorn
D C#m
And a world turn upside down
C#m
No questionasked no party ever surched
D A D
Like a blip Gilbert slips into the void
Bm F#m
F# rustle nearby and vision appears
D A D
Made from saquaro boots and rib
Bm
She takes ahold of his prickly hand
F#m
And together they stand
D A D
Walk on through the ruins of a world
That lost control...
C#m A F#m F....
The most beautiful song