On The Drift Out Of Gas

[Em]I'm out of gas; [Am]I'm on the drift;
[D]Engine ain't turnin'; and each breath's a[Em] gift.
[Em]Now when I die, I'll die[Am] alone;
[Am]If I could reach that b[D]utton, I'd call you [Em]home.
[Em]When I reach that [Am]butt[D]on, I'll call you ho[Em]me.

[Em]The candles burned, [Am]on the birthday cake,
[D]We joked and laughed, not a thing at [Em]stake;
[Em]One long deep breath, [Am]one wish to claim,
[Am]Then the air we were lau[D]ghin', went up in [Em]flame.
[Em]Then the air we were l[Am]augh[D]in', went up in [Em]flame.

I met a man, in a brown leather coat,
He thought one bullet, could buy my boat,
But there ain't a man, under any sun,
Who can take my boat, when I've got my gun.
Who can take my boat, when I've got my gun.

MANDOLA BREAK

Now, all I needed, was a nothing part,
An old catalyzer, to make the engine start.
Now I've got heat, and I've got air,
And I've got blood, but not enough to spare.
And I've got blood, but not enough to spare.

BASS GUITAR BREAK

My journey's long, and I'm far from port,
Space is cold, my breath is short,
Serenity Valley, is where I'll lie,
Some things stay with you, 'till the day you die.
Some things stay with you, 'till the day you die.
Some things stay with you, 'till the day you die.