Intro: E  A9
       E  A9
       E  G#
       C#m  C#m7  A

E                   A9
Looking back at the crash site,
E                     A9
I don't see me by the road side.
E                     G#
Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
C#m                  C#m7        A
Straight through the ghettos and without lights.

E                     A9
Now every heart has a blind side,
E                      A9
Where he learns how to improvise.
E                    G#
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
C#m       C#m7          A
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives--

Ponte / Refr?o:
C#m              E
But all of these horses
B                G#
that you chase around,
       C#m      C#m7     F#
In the end they are the ones
      F#m              B
that always bring you  down.

E              A9
This invisible city,
E            A9
Where no one sees nothing.
E                     G#
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#m       C#m7          A
Feeling pretty is so hard.

(Solo)

E                A9
Now all of these voices,
E                A9
And all of these noises.
E                 G#
With all of their illusions of choices,
C#m       C#m7          A
They've come to my door with one dozen roses.

E                A9
The imitation of good thief,
E                  A9
Is how you stumble upon hate.
E                  G#
It may of been the first of mistakes,
C#m                 C#m7          A
When we held on to listening that opened the gates--

C#m              E
But all of these horses
B                G#
 that you chase around,
       C#m      C#m7     F#
In the end they are the ones
       F#m              B
 that always bring you  down.

E              A9
This invisible city,
E            A9
Where no one sees nothing.
E                     G#
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#m       C#m7          A
Feeling pretty is so hard.

(Solo)

E                A9
Now I try not to tell lies,
E                          A9
But there's pressures from inside.
E                      G#
So I've learned how to compromise,
C#m  C#m7       A
Good people for alibis

C#m              E
But all of these horses
B                G#
 that you chase around,
       C#m      C#m7     F#
In the end they are the ones
       F#m              B
 that always bring you  down.

E              A9
This invisible city,
E            A9
Where no one sees nothing.
E                     G#
Where touching faces--In the dark.
C#m       C#m7          A
Feeling pretty is so hard.