C                   C6  C

1   &   2   &   3   &   4   &     x2
G                   G6  G

C6: x3x210
G6: 3x2003

Capo IV

Intro:
C G x 2

     C
What gives this mess some grace unless it's
G
kicks, man - unless it's
Am
fiction, unless it's
G
sweat or it's songs? What


     C
hits against this chest unless it's a
G
sick man's hand, from some
Am
mid-level band? He's been
G
driving too long on a

C
dark windless night, with the
G
stereo on, with the
Am
towns flying by and the
F              G
ground getting soft. And a

C
sound in the sky, coming
G
down from above, it sur-
Am
rounds you and sighs and is
F          G
whispering of what

C
pulls your body down, and that is
G
quicksand. So climb out
Am
quick, hand over hand, before your
G
mouth's all filled up. What

C
picks you up from down unless it's
G
tricks, man? When I've been
Am
fixed I am convinced that I will
G
not get so broke up again. And on a

C
seven day high, that
G
heavenly song punches
Am
right through my mind and just
F               G
hums through my blood. And I

C
know it's a lie, but I'll
G
still give my love. Hey, my
Am
heart's on the line for your
F              G
hands to pluck off. Oh...

C G Am G

     C
What gives this mess some grace unless it's
G
fictions - unless it's
Am
licks, man, unless it's
G
lies or it's love? What

C
breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some
G
rock and roll fan, just floating
Am
up from the stands with her
F            G
heart opened up. And I want to tell her, "Your

C
love isn't lost," say "my
G
heart is still crossed!" Scream, "you're
Am
so wonderful! What a
F            G
dream in the dark - about

C
working so hard, about
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growing so stoned, trying
Am
not to turn off, trying
F                      G
not to believe in that lie all on your

C
own."
G
         La la la
Am
la       Oh oh oh
F
Oh
G