(intro) G#m   B     F#

G#m            B
My real last thing
                F#
My life is dull

And dried up like the sound
G#m                       B                        F#
A voice makes when the heart grows cold

And its going that way
G#m                      B
I think i'll move out of state
                                     F#
Somewhere far from Seattle city lights

They burn my eyes
G#m                      B                             F#
California sounds nice but California's a lie
                                                              E
Maybe I'm out of luck or maybe I'm just blind
F#                      G#m
Oh, this time

E                        B
Rain on my hopes
                       G#m
Rain on my soul
                            F#
Rain on everything that i know
E                       B
It feels so ludicrous
                                 G#m
The pursuit of this dream
                             F#             E  B   G#m   F#
We thought we'd be along ago

G#m            B             F#
My life is like a rolling river

Somebody and absurd
G#m              B               F#
And although i might be mistaken

I know that i'll be heard
G#m            B                            F#
And i find the second i try to pull away
                                 E
I'm thrown back in line
F#              G#m
Oh, this time

C#m                  E                 B                            F#
And we are all looking for the same thing. the same thing
C#m         E                 B                        F#
Seattle is calling me back home, back home

E     B   G#m  F#
Whoa, whoa
E    B    G#m  F#
Whoa, whoa