Tom: C
Introdução: C F C G C F C G
C
On the drive to Denver
F
I got lost out in the dark
C
Nothing can get lost in here
G
If there was nothing here to start
C
Way off in the distance
F
I can see a pair of eyes
C
I don&rsquo t know if they're hunting me
G
Or if they&rsquo re merely spies
C
Burdened with this knowledge
F
I begin my travel back
G C
Only back to where I do not know
F
I stumble and I fall
C
I want to call for help
G
But there is no one here to call
C
Feeling rather broken
F
I begin to comprehend
C
Nothing can bankrupt me
G
If there&rsquo s nothing I can spend
C
A renewed sense of purpose
F
Fuels my travels back
G
Only back to where I do not know
C
Way out in the desert
F
My throat cries out from thirst
C
Nothing here can quench it
G
And a slow death seems assured
C
Picking up the pieces
F
Of my crumblin mental health
C
Knowing how I survived thus far
G
Is my fair share of wealth
C
Nothing left to do
F
Except to keep on traveling back
G
Only back to where I do not know