E
B7
A
E
With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
E
B7
A
E
In the back of some bus on the road
E
B7
A
E
I’m living the high life with nothing to show
E
B7
E
But a love that’s letting me go
A
B7
E
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
A
E
B7
And the light in the tunnel that you’re chasing is a train
A
B7
E
A
The singer’s in key the guitars in tune
E
B7
E
But the song is still slipping away
E
B7
A
E
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
E
B7
For two hearts breaking in time
E
B7
A
E
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
E
B7
E
And a hunger left burning inside
A
B7
E
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
A
E
B7
And the light in the tunnel that you’re chasing is a train
A
B7
E
A
The singer’s in key the guitars in tune
E
B7
E
But the song is still slipping away
A
B7
E
And slowly nothing else matters
A
E
B7
As the white and the black become grey
E
B7
A
