F#m
There's a hole in the roof, and the rain's comin' down
C#7
The roads are all flooded, there's no way back to town
F#m A Bm
And this ship we came in on, has just run aground
F#m C#7 F#m
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
Bm A
Oh they'll carve our names like scripture
G#/E
To the souls of their feet
A C#7
Every footprint that they take
F#m Em*
It will tell of our deed
F#m A Bm
Drowning lies, oh they're following me
C#7
Till the flow tide comes to swallow
F#m
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