The picking pattern is something like this:

D:
e|-2---------------2----2--------------2---------------2----2---------------|
B|-3----3----------3----3--------------3----3----------3----3---------------|
G|-2----2-2-4-2----2----2-------2---2--2----2-2-4-2----2----2-------2-2-----|
D|-0----0-0-0-0----0----0---2h4---0-0--0----0-0-0-0----0----0---2h4---0-0---|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|

A:
e|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-2----------------2-----2-------------2-----------------------------------|
G|-2----------------2-----2-------------2----2--------------------0---------|
D|-2----2-2-4-2-----2-----2-------2-----2----2-2-4-2----2----2---------4-2-0|
A|-0----0-0-0-0-----0-----0---2h4---0-0-0----0-0-0-0----0----0--------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|


Intro:  |D      |D     |
        |D      |D     |
        |A      |A     |
        |A      |A     |

D
Had a dream, you and me and the war of the 
A
end times 
D
And I believe California succumbed to the 
A
fault line 
We heaved relief as scores of innocents died 

G                  D
And the Andalusian tribes 
G                            D
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight 
                A                        G
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels 

Hetty Green, queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab. Know what I mean? 
On the road, it's well advised that you follow your own bag 
In the year of the chewable Ambien tab 

And the Panamanian child 
Stands at the dowager empress' side 
And all that remains is the arms of the angels 
D              A                        G
And all that remains is the arms of the angels 

Aaaooooo:       |D      |D     |
                |G      |G     |x2

Em                       A
When you've receded into loam 
Em                          A
And they're picking at your bones 
      G      D
We'll come home
             A
We?ll come home 

Quiet now, will we gather to conjure the rain down? 
Will we now build a civilization below ground? And I'll be crowned the community kick-it-around 

And the Andalusian tribes 
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight 
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels 
'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels

Aaaooooo:       |D      |D     |
                |G      |G     |x4

Outro:  |D      |