Intro: D G A (x4)

D               G       A     D              G        A
Dreams, inconsistent angel things. Horses bred with star-laced
D                   G       A         Bm   A    G
wings.  But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly.
D                    G         A         D               G     
These wings beat the night sky ?bove the town.  One goes up and 
A        D                 G       A        Bm      A      G
one goes down.  And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound.

Chorus:
          Em                    D                           G
We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly) how it used to be 
                 Em             D             G
(I'll stay here, I'll be fine). How it used to be (don't go and 
              Em             D
let me down), how it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).