Another Travelin' Song

Bright Eyes: I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning (2005)

	A		A	D
		Well I’m	changing all my strings, I’m gonna write another travelin'	song.

	A	E
	about all the billion highways and the cities at the break of	dawn.

	A	D
Well I guess the	best that I can do now is pretend that I’ve done nothing	wrong.

	E	D	A
and	dream about a train that’s gonna	take me back where I be	long.

	A	D
Now the	ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the inter	state -

	A	E
and I’m	screaming at my brother on the cell phone, he is far	away.

	A	D
And I’m saying "	nothing in the past or future ever will feel like to	day -

	E	D	A
until we’re	parking in an alley, just	hoping that our shit is	safe".

	A (muted)	D (muted)
Now I’m	hunched over a typewriter, I guess you’d call that painting in a	cave.

	A (muted)	E (muted)
And there’s a	word I can’t remember and a feeling I can not es	cape

	A (muted)	D (muted)
And now my	ashtray’s overflowing I’m still staring at a clean white	page.

	E	D	A
	And morning’s at my window and she is	sending me to bed a	gain.

	A	D
Well I	dreamed of dark on the horizon, I dreamed a desert where the dead laid	down.

	A	D
I	dreamed a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food	crowd.

	A	D
Oh Yeah I	dreamt a ship was sinking, there was people screaming all a	round.

	E	D	A
And I a	woke to my alarm clock, it was a	pop song, it was playing	loud.