Tono: B
Introducción: 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