A Song For Patsy Cline

D         Em                   Bm
My airbag light's been on for weeks
    G                D
And I keep having dreams
        Em               Bm                    G
Where I go through the windshield but I don't fix it.
D      Em                    Bm
Patsy Cline came and sang to me.
          G          D
She told everybody
         Em             Bm                   G
That she knew she would die soon before she did.
Bm         D              G
I hear you cry on "Faded Love".
Bm          D             G
The air in August here's heavy with salt and smoke and stings my lungs.

Bm   D    G    B A
Bm   D    Bm   E F# G A

D           Em                  Bm
My airbag light's been on for weeks
    G              D
And I can feel it mock me.
      Em                Bm                       G
It's bittersweet, like laughter through crooked teeth.
D         Em              Bm
I wanna move so far from everything
      G               D
That they can hear my heart beat
         Em              Bm                 G
And then break as I lay dying in the street.

Bm                D                   G
They'll think the ice cracked at the lake.
Bm               D                   G
They'll think a tire blew out and a car crashed on the interstate.

[Chorus]
D            A               G
It's hard to watch you walk away.
D                  A                Bm             G
These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday.
D             A             G
It's hard to watch you walk away.
D                    A                            G      Em F# G
They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery.

[Bridge]
Bm   D   Bm   G
Bm   D   Bm   Em F# G A

Bm        D      Bm   Em F# G A
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Bm        D      Bm   G
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Em          F#   A   G
So when my vocal chords rip,
Em          F#       G
So when my knees give in,
Em        D  A  G
So when I bury all of this,
Em           F#
Who's gonna give a shit
G
If I'm breathing?

[Chorus]
D            A               G
It's hard to watch you walk away.
D                  A                Bm             G
These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday.
D             A             G
It's hard to watch you walk away.
D                    A                            G      Em F# G
They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery.

[Outro]
Bm        D
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
G          Em     F#   G   A
My airbag light's been on for weeks.
Bm        D
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
G          Em     F#   G   A
My airbag light's been on for weeks.