Intro: (D  D/F# G D  D/F# G D  D/F# G Em  G) x2

Guitarra 2:
e|------------------------5-3-2h3-|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-|
B|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3----2h3---------|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-|
G|------------------2-------------|---------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|---------------------------------| (x2)
A|--------------------------------|---------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|---------------------------------|
                x3


Verso 1:
D                      Bm                        G
  Is this how it was intended? The sunrise over smoke stacks in the Midwest,
    A
the beauty of this abandoned factory.
D           Bb              Bm             D
  Christmas lights blinking on and off all out of time
        G                A                             Bb
in what used to be, your pink house dreams of a middle class


Refrão 1:
 Bm          D        G           Bm
America, I'm trying to believe in you,
              D              G                                    Em
but all these satellites and shattered dreams are blocking out my view.
                A   G              Em           A                                      Bb
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone


(D  D/F# G D  D/F# G D  D/F# G Em  G) x2


Verso 2:
D                           Bm
 Fell in love with his keno waitress
                    G                  A
They honeymooned in Memphis; they were married by the drive up window.
D        Bb          Bm            D            G
 Trailer parks, neon signs, and an empty box of Lucky Strikes:
A                            Bb
all used up on the dashboard of


Refrão 2:
 Bm          D      G             Bm
America, I'm trying to believe in you
           D                 G                             Em
this world sold its fate for parking lots and drunk sincerity
                A                  Em           A                                 Bb
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're -


Ponte:
Bm          D                    G
  You'll be saddened to know the train tracks you once walked as a
Bm       D        G                      Em  A   G   Em
young boy are now nothing but a graveyard
 A                      Bb
  Please don't forget how small we really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone.


Interlúdio: Bm D G  Bm


Outro:
Bm    D        G
  I'm trying to believe in you (x4)

Em