G                      C               G           D      C
There's a letter at my mother's house, came with a folded flag.
G                 C               G         D    C
    It said Right now, I'm coming home in a body bag.
       G           D             Em          C
It's a pride and a pain that are one and the same.
       G           D             Em       C
It's a burning cigarette, it's a horrible dream. 
               G    D      Em                  C
There's a man in an office who's going through files
          G         D                   C
and a woman who watches TV. 


Em              D       C             Em         D         C
And she doesn't get the jokes told by late night talk show hosts,
                        D
but for some reason she laughs anyway. 


G                       C                  G     D        C
There's this soap in my bathroom, and it's all covered in hairs.
G                       C               G       D      C 
There's this hope in my brain, and it's all covered in prayers.

          G            D                Em     C
There's a girl in this town who doesn't know I exist.
          G                D           Em         C
There's a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist.
        G        D               Em      C
There's 12 empty bottles on this table tonight.
        G          D        Em        C
There's 4 lungs on fire and 4 burning eyes. 

      
    Em        D      C          Em  D        C
And something will explode, and someone will cry.
                             D
And someone will run out and never turn around. 


          G            D          C
There's a park in this city where I used to go,
             G            D          C
but now it's covered with fences and cops and lightposts.
        G        D          C
And I'd never go back if anything was the same,
       G           D              C                      D
but it kills me to know that it's changed. 

     
G                                C                     G      D         C
     There's these kids who have dreams. There's these dreams that will grow.
G               C              G        D    C
     Until they get so goddamn big that they explode. 

           G           C             G       D
And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris
   G             C        G           D
is grownups like them and losers like me
           G           C             G       D 
And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris
   G             C        G           D
is grownups like them and losers like me. 

     Em            D        C
it's grownups like them and losers like me
     Em            D        C           D
it's grownups like them and losers like me

Yeah
G             D          Em         C
Tonight let's go walking down Clark Street
    G               D              Em          C
and look at the new buildings that we've never seen.


G                 D            C
We'll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor
G   D                 C
And Tomorrow we'll forget everything 
            D
and we'll replay these days again. 

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