Tuning: Eb (Half-step down)

G:  355433
C:  032010
F:  133211
Dm: x57765
Am: 577555
G#: 466544


G        C                               F                    G
And I finally see that the further we go
       C                                            F
we're only treading ground that we already know.
G           Dm                          C                     Am    G          F   G
I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash
              C                         F            G
and buy a bucket full of di-ee-iamonds but
C                          F        G  Dm                       C                     Am
even the most beautiful of all   roses must someday crumble to dust
     G     F
and fade away.
        Am       G     F
It's a certain tra-ge-dy.


C      F         Dm            F                       C 
          F
    So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
            Dm                    F                      C
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
    F                      Dm                  G# G  C
Feeling someone's hand around my neck
    F                      Dm                      F   G
choking away the life that i have left.


G      C                                 F             G
And I finally see that the further I go
    C                                           F                  G
I'm only treading ground I don't wanna know.
     Dm                       C                           Am     G      F
I'll probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home
     Am     G       F
and look at old photos of you.


C      F         Dm            F                       C 
          F
    So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
            Dm                    F                      C
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
    F                      Dm                  G# G  C
Feeling someone's hand around my neck
    F                      Dm                      F   G
choking away the life that i have left.


Am          G               F                     Dm
I miss the warmth of the summer when we were on our own,
                 G                  C        solo
but now it's winter, my bones are cold.

^signifies bend
e|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3--------------------3-5-5-5-5-5^-3-5-3----------------|
G|------------------------5-5-5------0p5-------------------------5-5-5-----|
D|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|

e|-------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------1-3-3-3-3-3-3-1-3-3^---3---1------------1----0--------------------|
G|-0p2--------------------------------------0-0-2-------------0------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------------------3-----|

G        C                               F                    G
And I finally see that the further we go
       C                                            F
we're only treading ground that we already know.
G           Dm                          C                     Am    G          F   G
I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash
              C                         F            G
and buy a bucket full of di-ee-iamonds but
C                          F        G  Dm                       C                     Am
even the most beautiful of all   roses must someday crumble to dust
     G     F
and fade away.
        Am       G     F
It's a certain tra-ge-dy.