CAPO 2

Intro: A  E  F#m  D  E



A          E          F#m               D               E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill

A          E          F#m               D               E
In a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill

A          E          F#m               D               E
And every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrills

A          E          F#m               D               E
And everyone she meets is cool, but just out of reach and it kills

F#m                     D               A                E
She used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars

F#m            E
Now shes ours





A          E          F#m               D               E
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear and people are nice

A          E          F#m               D               E
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise

F#m                     D               A                E
For now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him

F#m                     D               A                E
But he sold his soul to fit right in and he watched his friends desert him

F#m                     D               A                E
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl

F#m            E
Now hes ours





                D
Its a city of orphans

   A            E
Who had nowhere to go

                D
So they cashed in their dreams

                A                             E
Headed northwest to the sea and they called it their home

                D
But most dont belong here

   A            E
Were all running away

                        D                  A
And well drain you dry of all semblance of life

                             E
We dont give we just take, take, take


Bridge:

F#m             F#m
But this city has no Bible

F#m             F#m
Theres no meaning you can use

        D            E              A
Were all desperately searching for truth




                D
Were a city of orphans

   A            E
Who had nowhere to go

                    D                             A
So we cashed in our dreams, filled our glasses with Beam

                 E
and our bodies with smoke

                 D
and we spend every weeknight

      A            E
trading pints at the Streamline

                   D                     A             E
and we talk about truth and we talk about love but we wake up to lies, lies, lies

                D
its a city of orphans

   A            E
where did our fathers go

                D               A                         E
we stumble around in the bad part of town at the end of our rope

                D
but there are no answers

   A            E
on the tables of oak

                D
if God could just hear us

                A                         E
we think that Hes near, but He left long ago



                D
were a city of orphans

     A            E
what do we do to ourselves?

                D                       A                       E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell

                D                       A                       E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell

                D                       A                       E
We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell




A          E          F#m               D               E
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill


This is my first song to put up here.  I'm not too sure on the 4 F#m's in the bridge 
section, but it fits.  I hope this works for you, Thanks!