Em
There's a hole in the roof, and the rain's comin' down
B7
The roads are all flooded, there's no way back to town
Em G Am
And this ship we came in on, has just run aground
Em B7 Em
You know fate has a funny way of comin' around
The memories we've buried, have now taken seed
When spring time comes they'll turn into weeds
And they'll creep through your window to smother your dreams
you know fate has a funny way of comin' around
Am G
Oh they'll carve our names like scripture
F#/D
To the souls of their feet
G B7
Every footprint that they take
Em Em*
It will tell of our deed
Em G Am
Drowning lies, oh they're following me
B7
Till the flow tide comes to swallow
Em
the beach
This bottle of bourbon's now dry as a bone
It drank us all up and then it left us alone
Well we sense whats to come, but we can't choke it down
you know fate has a funny way of coming around