Standard tuning 
Capo:  8 


Patty toggles on and off with her ring finger on the 4th fret of the D string when she plays the 
Dsus2 an G9 chords.  

         Dsus2                 G9 
E-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--- 
B-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3--- 
G-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--- 
D-0-0-0-0-4-4-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-4-4-0-0-0-0--- 
A----------------------2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2--- 
E----------------------3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3--- 


INTRO 
D9    G9     D9    G9 

D9 
Say goodbye to the old street that never cared much for you anyway 
D9 
Different colored doorways you thought would let you in one day 
G9 
Goodbye to the old bus stop, frozen and waiting 
    D9                                    A    G9    D9 
The weekend edition has this town way overrated 
D9 
Walk across the baseball green, the grass has turned to straw 
D9 
A flock of birds tries to fly away from where you are 
G9 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friend, I can't make you stay 
D9                                                 A    G9 
I can't spend another ten years wishing you would anyway 
D9                               G9 
How the sky turns to fire against a telephone wire 
         Bm                   A       G9    D9 
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires 


Every day I take a bitter pill that gets me on my way 
For all the little aches and pains the ones I have from day to day 
To help me think a little less about the things I miss 
To help me not to wonder how I ended up like this 
Walk down to the railroad track and ride a rusty train 
With a million other faces, I shoot through the city veins 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friend, you wanted to be free 
Somewhere beyond the bitter end is where I wanna be 

How the sky turns to fire against a telephone wire 
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires 

Say goodbye to the old building that never tried to know your name 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friend, you won't be seeing me again 
Goodbye to all the windowpanes, shining in the sun 
Like diamonds on a winter day, goodbye, goodbye to everyone 

How the sky turns to fire against a telephone wire 
Burns the last of the day down an I'm the last one hanging around 

Waiting on a train track, and the train never comes back 
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires