(intro) G#m   B     F#

G#m          B
My real last thing
            F#
My life is dull

And dried up like the sound
G#m              B               F#
A voice makes when the heart grows cold

And its going that way
G#m                  B
I think i'll move out of state
                    F#
Somewhere far from Seattle city lights

They burn my eyes
G#m               B                     F#
California sounds nice but California's a lie
                                       E
Maybe I'm out of luck or maybe I'm just blind
F#           G#m
Oh, this time

E              B
Rain on my hopes
             G#m
Rain on my soul
                 F#
Rain on everything that i know
E                 B
It feels so ludicrous
                      G#m
The pursuit of this dream
                 F#        E B G#m F#
We thought we'd be along ago

G#m            B          F#
My life is like a rolling river

Somebody and absurd
G#m          B          F#
And although i might be mistaken

I know that i'll be heard
G#m          B                    F#
And i find the second i try to pull away
                      E
I'm thrown back in line
F#          G#m
Oh, this time

C#m             E            B                  F#
And we are all looking for the same thing. the same thing
C#m        E           B               F#
Seattle is calling me back home, back home

E  B   G#m F#
Whoa, whoa
E  B   G#m F#
Whoa, whoa