Conor Oberst - Gentleman's Pact (also known as Smoke Signals)

Standard Tuning

C (x32010@1)                                       AmI (x02210@1)was lost for a while in the mirrored hallway of a high-rise hotel
F (133211@1)                      GUmbrella (320003@1)drink in my hand, sitting there
C (x32010@1)                                           AmSaw (x02210@1)ten thousand me's with cocaine teeth and the chattering mouths
FThought (133211@1)about home thought about death
GThought (320003@1)about moving south
CRodeo (x32010@1)wind blew in now the candles out
AmAnd (x02210@1)everyone's scared
FCall (133211@1)my broker sell everything
GI (320003@1)want to be prepared
CHeard (x32010@1)the cavalry cry my girl for the night when
AmI (x02210@1)entered her
FSounds (133211@1)so fake, always feels fake finishes and
Gthen (320003@1)it feels worst

FBut (133211@1)any hallway has a camera
F (133211@1)                              C(hammer (x32010@1)on Dstring (xx0232@1)2nd fret)
Every hallway has a camera don't you know?
FThey (133211@1)never let you open the window
F (133211@1)                              C(hammer (x32010@1)on Dstring (xx0232@1)2nd fret)
They never let you open the window

G7Smoke (320001@1)signals of thought
C (x32010@1)        C/B (x2555x@1)   Am (x02210@1)White ribbons of loss
Fm (133111@1)      G (320003@1)          C(hammer (x32010@1)on Dstring (xx0232@1)2nd fret)
High above the tree line They cry out

I froze up for a second on the pyramid side of the Las Vegas strip
My brother hunched over in the bushes, getting sick
Security knew he took one look and through us out, Life's not fair
Thought I'd die young with my true love
Thought I'd be a millionaire

In a mechanical world
A loud sound you never heard is always there
Radio's trailing in the desert
Keep driving until you disappear

We made a gentleman's pact
We're not stopping no looking back,
Lace those shoes
Take the first step, take the next step
"That a boy!" It's never too soon

All that you keep is the journey
All that you keep are the spaces in-between
It's not the first start of the ending
All that you keep is the journey

Smoke rings around your thoughts
Blue ribbons at dawn
High above the tree line
We pass out

Smoke signals of thought
White ribbons of loss
High above the tree line
They cry out