Dm Drivin' up the coast To find a version of the truth Left the backdoor swinging Like a dirty little sleuth C A# The truth is I have never Am Felt half this alive C Now it's time to dance Dm Upon the grave called 45 Jacked up on some Kerouac And surely bullet proof The girl who taught me what to do Was missing her front tooth Gentle as a storm Inside your mental health I want to find the answer But I just can’t find myself Chorus: Dm I say so long C To the way I played The way I played G Inside of yesterday Dm C Hey let's run around The great escape G Dm From out of my hometown Later I would look for love Inside a woman’s dorm A couch to keep me humble And her breath to keep me warm Ophelia was the girl That I was feeling for Come to realize It was me who was the whore A captain lost himself Inside a 40 year old skull The drink of choice was knowledge And we always wanted more Drunken sailors Seeking their Geronimo Instead they found the things That they really didn’t want to know Chorus Dm Country roads C Would never let me stay The way I played G Inside of yesterday A devil’s growl and cat’s meow Were blended into one Termites called suburbanites Were eating all the fun A juggernaut of comedy And blasphemy I want to stop the madness But I think it has to be Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am C Dm G |