ntro:Am/E/Am/E
    Am            
She's sliding, she's sliding
      E
down to the dregs of the world
     Am
She's fighting, she's fighting
          E
the urge to make sand of pearls
      F
Heaven can wait
        Am
and hell's too far to go
            D
somewhere between what you need
       Am
and what you know
          F
And they are trying to drive
F                        C
the escalator into the ground
           Am
She's hiding, she's hiding
              E
on a battleship of baggage and bones
               Am 
There's thunder, there's lightning
                E
and an avalanche of faces you know.
      F
Heaven can wait
        Am
and hell's too far to go
            D
somewhere between what you need
       Am
and what you know
          F
And they are trying to drive
F                        C
the escalator into the ground
      Am            C
And you left your credentials
        F
in a Greyhound station
       Am                    C
with a first aid kit and a flashlight
          F
going to a desert unknown

      F
Heaven can wait
        Am
and hell's too far to go
            D
somewhere between what you need
       Am
and what you know
          F
And they are trying to drive
F                        C
the escalator into the ground