Intro: ( D  D/F# G D  D/F# G D  D/F# G Em  G ) x2

Guitarra 2:
e | ------------------------5-3-2h3- | -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3- | 
B | -3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3----2h3--------- | -3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3- | 
G | ------------------2------------- | --------------------------------- | 
D | -------------------------------- | --------------------------------- |  (x2)
A | -------------------------------- | --------------------------------- | 
E | -------------------------------- | --------------------------------- | 
                x3


Verso 1:
D                      Bm                        G
  Is this how it was intended? The sunrise over smoke stacks in the Midwest,
    A
the beauty of this abandoned factory.
D           Bb              Bm             D
  Christmas lights blinking on and off all out of time
        G                A                             Bb
in what used to be, your pink house dreams of a middle class

Refr?o 1:
 Bm          D        G           Bm
America, I'm trying to believe in you,
              D              G                                    Em
but all these satellites and shattered dreams are blocking out my view.
                A   G              Em           A                                      Bb
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone


( D  D/F# G D  D/F# G D  D/F# G Em  G ) x2


Verso 2:
D                           Bm
 Fell in love with his keno waitress
                    G                  A
They honeymooned in Memphis; they were married by the drive up window.
D        Bb          Bm            D            G
 Trailer parks, neon signs, and an empty box of Lucky Strikes:
A                            Bb
all used up on the dashboard of

Refr?o 2:
 Bm          D      G             Bm
America, I'm trying to believe in you
           D                 G                             Em
this world sold its fate for parking lots and drunk sincerity
                A                  Em           A                                 Bb
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're -

Ponte:
Bm          D                    G
  You'll be saddened to know the train tracks you once walked as a
Bm       D        G                      Em  A   G   Em
young boy are now nothing but a graveyard
 A                      Bb
  Please don't forget how small we really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone.

Interl?dio:
Bm D G  Bm


Outro:
Bm    D        G
  I'm trying to believe in you (x4)
Em