Em
D
A
I got a postcard with an old address
Em
D
A
A picture of Houston, in a beat-up mess
Em
A
D
Just to remind me that it all went wrong
G
A
Just to beat me up, just to turn me on
D
Bm
D
Bm
D
Bm
G
A
Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper, burnin’ in my hands
Em
D
A
Cigarettes in the glove box, with the classified ads
Em
D
A
Ashes and silver, worn into your hands
Em
A
D
“I gotta see you”, on a bar napkin
G
A
Gas station quarters, I got to see you again
D
Bm
D
Bm
D
Bm
G
A
Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper, burnin’ in my hands
Em
D
A
Somewhere there’s a letter, that I never sent
Em
D
A
It used to read pretty, now it’s empty as
Em
A
D
That night in the headlights, with the blankets pressed
G
A
Was it somethin’ to you, baby? Was it always just . . .
D
Bm
D
Bm
D
Bm
G
A
Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper, burnin’ in my hands
D
Bm
D
Bm
D
Bm
G
A
Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper, burnin’ in my hands
G
A
G
A
Burnin’ in my hands, burnin’ in my hands
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
Em
D
A
G
Bm
