E
There ought to be a law,
G#
there ought to be a railroad
A E
to take me away, to take me away.
E
There ought to be a law,
G#
an ocean of escape,
A E
to take me away, to take me away.
E
There ought to be a law,
G#
there ought to be a railroad
A E
that takes you away, that takes you away.
E
There ought to be a law,
G#
an order of restraint,
A E
that takes you away, that takes you away.
A B
I heard those symphonies come quick,
E C#m A G#m
now that you are sick of breathing new life into the form.
A B E C#m
Hey Streethawk, you've been spotted hanging out outside the storm.
A B
Why don't you fly?
A A