Intro E - A Verse 1 E Dance the dance we call living and dying A in the valley of the city in the belly of the lion B F#m We work all week long, all week long E You can lose your soul in the concrete riverbeds A Rolling with the flow of the currents of the walking deads B F#m Five o'clock comes and you're a rolling stone Chorus A Days like these we got nothing to sing about B Days like these I don't know what I think about F#m A Day like these who would have known F#m Days like these I got nothing to sing about A Days like these I don't know what I think about E B E Days like these who would have known Verse 2 E Listen to the rhythm of the pawn shop shore A Its got you falling off your hinges like that old screen porch B E It's the interstate slipping in your pores again E You can ride the vein from the corner store to Amsterdam A You can bleed the train from the courthouse to the Vatican B F#m But Friday she's a ghost and gonna slip right through your hands, again Chorus Verse 1 Chorus