Intro: E5  A5
       E5  A5
       E5  G#5
       C#5  C#5  A5

E5                   A5
Looking back at the crash site,
E5                     A5
I don't see me by the road side.
E5                     G#5
Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
C#5                  C#5        A5
Straight through the ghettos and without lights.

E5                     A5
Now every heart has a blind side,
E5                      A5
Where he learns how to improvise.
E5                    G#5
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
C#5       C#5          A5
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives--

Ponte / Refr?o:
C#5              E5
But all of these horses
B5                G#5
that you chase around,
       C#5      C#5     F#5
In the end they are the ones
      F#5              B5
that always bring you  down.

E5              A5
This invisible city,
E5            A5
Where no one sees nothing.
E5                     G#5
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#5       C#5          A5
Feeling pretty is so hard.

(Solo)

E5                A5
Now all of these voices,
E5                A5
And all of these noises.
E5                 G#5
With all of their illusions of choices,
C#5       C#5          A5
They've come to my door with one dozen roses.

E5                A5
The imitation of good thief,
E5                  A5
Is how you stumble upon hate.
E5                  G#5
It may of been the first of mistakes,
C#5                 C#5          A5
When we held on to listening that opened the gates--

C#5              E5
But all of these horses
B5                G#5
 that you chase around,
       C#5      C#5     F#5
In the end they are the ones
       F#5              B5
 that always bring you  down.

E5              A5
This invisible city,
E5            A5
Where no one sees nothing.
E5                     G#5
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#5       C#5          A5
Feeling pretty is so hard.

(Solo)

E5                A5
Now I try not to tell lies,
E5                          A5
But there's pressures from inside.
E5                      G#5
So I've learned how to compromise,
C#5  C#5       A5
Good people for alibis

C#5              E5
But all of these horses
B5                G#5
 that you chase around,
       C#5      C#5     F#5
In the end they are the ones
       F#5              B5
 that always bring you  down.

E5              A5
This invisible city,
E5            A5
Where no one sees nothing.
E5                     G#5
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#5       C#5          A5
Feeling pretty is so hard.