Bm Asus2 Dsus4 (x4)

Did you come here to say, I was too much play
Or did you come to explain, that life’s no game
Or did you think in your head, that life should be bled
Well I’ve already read those lines before

And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand
I’d rather be up in the sky
And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and

kiss
From the other side

Interlude: ( Bm Asus2 Dsus4 )x1

How did you handle my soul, did you need control
And when you looked in my mind, only anodynes
And did you leave what I fed, did you eat what I shed
Well I’ve already read those lines before

And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand
I’d rather be up in the sky
And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and

kiss
From the other side

And my dreams, keep on falling down
And my dreams, keep on falling down
But my dreams, keep on falling down, they’re falling down, they’re falling
down

And I decline, to undermine my time, here dying in the sand
I’d rather be up in the sky
And I insist, that this sweet tryst I’m in, will give me room to fly, and
kiss
From the other side

Intro- A, Db7, D, A X2

Before you say a word I should tell you that I’ve heard it all before
And you should probably save your breath
Your feelings of disgust, your thinly veiled mistrust
My friends have lectured me to death

The people on the news predicted he would lose
And this was never part of anybody’s thoughts
But something must have gave, or someone must have caved
‘Cause now he’s up there and they’re calling all the shots

And now most everyone’s been taking turns at pointing out the flaws
Accusing us of sabotage and fracturing the cause
With fingers pointing everywhere and flapping of the jaws
I just avert my eyes and take the abuse

In social situations I keep mostly to myself
‘Cause no one wants to hear about my failing mental health
And party conversation, I just keep it on the shelf
‘Cause I’ve discovered it’s of very little use

And now I’m here
Stopped at the red light
Watching the headlights
And what if it’s all a trick that I fell for
It’s happened before more times than I would care to own up to
And I don’t know about you
But I’ve been getting so tired
Of holding out my thumb for salvation
The indication is that no one really feels like slowing down

A Db7 D A X2

I listen to the Clash, I separate my trash
I’m pretty vocal when I feel like things are getting out of hand
But nothing that I do is ever getting through
And I just wonder if nobody understands at all

The revolution won’t be televised ‘cause television’s free
And no one’s really sure just what the price is going to be
We’re slowly going broke, our scene’s become a joke
For coked-up funnymen and everyone but me

I like to think that what we had was more than just a fad
That it was rooted in some bigger kind of truth
But friends just shake their heads, make jokes about the Dead
And tell me that they used to think the same things in their youth

I’m stopped at the red light
Watching for headlights
And what if it’s all a trick that I fell for
It’s happened before more times than I would care to own up to
And I don’t know about you
But I’ve been getting so tired
Of holding out my thumb for salvation
The indication is that no one really feels like slowing down

A Db7 D A X2

Also here’s what a C#add9 chord looks like.
e-4
[B-4]
[G-6]
[D-6]
[A-4]
[E-4]
Intro: B
Sunlight hits a sign and I’m in Union Station
My arms are heavy in their sleeves
Everyone here thinks that I’ve been on vacation
But I don’t ever seem to leave

And all that I can tell you is my love’s unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head’s all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me

No one wants to tell you just how long they’ve been here
The stars are crawling out their frames
The canvas on the ankle straps is wearing thin, dear
And I can’t help but feel the same

When everything in town’s been taken down for renovations
The hardest part is finding your way home
Freeway cuts the sky and I’m inside it’s suppurations
But Southern California’s got this way of creeping up on you

And all that I can tell you is my love’s unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head’s all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me

One last look around and then I’m always leaving
The stars are falling out of tune
Fingers bear the stains of shipping and receiving
These songs that carry me to you

But this is not some list of all the ways I should have loved you
Hold you in my arms and let you down
Turn my crooked smile up to the sky and I’m thinking of you
But Southern California’s got me driving home in rental cars
And Southern California’s got this way of tearing me and you apart

And you know it’s true, California’s tearing us apart
And I want it to

But all that I can tell you is my love’s unfocused
And drifting overseas
Head’s all full of context better left unspoken
As scenes from old Pomona dreams come washing over me

Tabbed By: Matt