Tom: B
Introdução:
Bm D
I'm a vagabond just wandering along
A G
An obscure stretch of the drag
Bm D
I don't sleep much at all but don't get me wrong
A G
I brought it on myself with this flag
Bm D
That I'm waving high, trying to keep boots dry
A Bm
For the high ground to lay my head
Bm D
And for a moment I spy when I close my eyes,
A Bm
A picture of her face instead
G A
Still I find myself in some town
D G
Burning the pillars of tradition down
G A D
And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy
Bm D
I'm a vagabond just wandering along
A G
Passing time in reverie
Bm D
I don't bet much at all but don't get me wrong
A G
I played the cards that were dealt to me
Bm D
I may lose my mind from time to time
A Bm
But I know I've made my bed
Bm D
And I admit that I've cried more than willing to die
A Bm
To wake up with her instead
G A
Still I find myself in some town
D G
Burning the pillars of tradition down
A Bm
And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy
G A D
Waking up on the wrong side of you and me
A Bm
I can't place where I lost track
G D
Or where I just lost my head
A Bm
Give me something sharp for the heartstrings
G A
I wanna cut out of my chest
G Bm A
'Cause there ain't much time
G Bm A
No, there ain't much time
G Bm A
No, there ain't much time
Bm G A
Above ground
G A
Still I find myself in some town
D G
Burning the pillars of tradition down
G A Bm
Waking up on the wrong side of fantasy
G A
I welcome all those wishes and trades
D G
To lose the whoolgathering days
G A Bm
Of waking up on the wrong side of you and me
G A Bm
Oh, waking up on the wrong side of fantasy
G A D
I'm waking up on the wrong side of you and me