Chords
I Am Disappeared

Key: A

Introduction: C    C    C4    C2    

C                         C4                 C2                                         C  
dreams of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
        C4                                 C2                                                                    C  
Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll kill them
             C4                              C2                                                                      C  
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
             C4                 C2                                              Am  
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
                                        G  
I keep having dreams
Am                                                         F  
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
                                                  G                                         Am  
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
                                Am                                                                            F  
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
             G                                         Am  
Terrified of her own insides
                                                Am                                    F  
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
                                  G                                         Am  
Breaking through a life of a rehearse
                          Am                                              F  
She can't remember which came first
                                     G                                                    Am  
The house the home or the terrible thirst
                                             G  
She keeps having dreams
F                                                    G  
                And on the worst days
G                                                      C                                                            F  
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
F                                                                              G                                                              C  
                She's got her cowboy boots and her keys on the bed stand
                                                  F  
So she can always run
F  
She could get up and shower in half an hour
F                      Am  
She'd be gone
Am                                                                                                      F  
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
                          G                                                         Am  
Of waking up and not following through
                                                  Am                              F  
It feels like I haven't slept at all
                                             G                                                                 Am  
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Am                                                                 F  
Posters of Dylan and Hemingway
                             G                                                              Am  
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
                                     Am                                              F  
She says you just can't live this way
                             G                                    Am  
I close my eyes and never say
                                                G  
I'm still having dreams
F                                                    G  
                And on the worst days
G                                                      C                                                            F  
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes
F                                                         G                                                              C  
                I sleep with my passport, one eye on the back door
                                                F  
So I can always run
                        Fm  
I could get up and shower in half an hour
                     Am  
I'd be gone
Am  
        And come morning      I am disappeared
C                                            G  
        Just an imprint         on the bed sheets
Dm                                                    Am  
        And by the roadside      with my thumb out
C                                            G  
        A car pulls up         and Bob's driving
Dm                                      Am  
        So I climb in         we don't say a word
C                                            G  
        As we pull off         into the sunrise
Dm                                              Am  
        And these rivers         of tarmac
C                                                    G  
        Are like arteries            'cross the country
Dm  
        We are blood cells
Am  
        Alive in
C  
        The blood stream
G  
        and the beating heart of the country
Dm                                            Am  
        We are electric              pulses
C                                      G  
        In pathways              of the sleeping soul of the country
Dm                                            Am  
        We are electric              pulses
C                                      G  
        In pathways              of the sleeping soul of the country
Dm  
        We are electric
Am                                                                              C  
        In the sleeping soul of the country
G  
        (the sleeping soul of the country)
Dm  Am  C  G  F