G                  Bm                 Em        A
Perhaps one's indulgence strips their clothes away
G               Bm                 Em      A
Lays them in a bed and keeps their pain at bay
G                    Bm         E       A
Wakes them up each morning to a smiling face
  G                  Bm                 Em  E  A
Before they see its forked tongue flick between its fangs

    G                 Bm         Em      A    E
And I think you could be another Vegas star
G             Bm            E         A
Cocaine in a limo near New York, New York
    G                Bm             Em E      A
To wake up with no sense of who or where you are
 G              Bm         Em      A
Glitter in the drain every morning wash

[Chorus]
           Bm  G            Em        G
Next thing you know; you're lost on a road that you do know
    Em     Bm                                   Bm
The rings around the streetlights shine like halos
    Bm         G                                   Em
And if they're watching, the angels are certainly gawking
G6      Bm
Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience

[Instrumental]

E G Bm E A Bm G Bm Em
B A Bm

[Verse 2]

G                 Bm Bm7          Em7  D     Bm
No one means can hold you in for long enough
G               Bm              Em        A
It's not particular the way you seek that rush
Bm  G           Em              Em7    A
The destination is not the fuel to the search
G               Bm               Em       A
Or else the regular visits would lift the curse

[Chorus]

G                           E         G
Next thing you know; you're lost on a road that you do know
    E      Bm
The rings around the streetlights shine like halos
               G                        E         G
And if they're watching, the angels are certainly gawking
E       Bm                                                  E 
Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience


[Bridge]
      G                                 Bm
And seldom, when I hear you singing the night's songs
                        G     D   G                     B
Do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I'll tap in time
    G                               Bm
And often when the days are getting dark in the spaces I've been living
     G                            Bm
I'll reach out my fingers to your side
    G                                    Bm
And seldom, when I hear you singing that night song
                        G                               Bm  A
Do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I'll tap in time