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