Another Travellin Song
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well Im changing all my strings
Im gonna write another travellin song
about all the billion highways
and the cities at the break of dawn
well I guess the best that I can do now
is pretend that Ive done nothing wrong
and dream about a train thats gonna
take me back where I belong
now the ocean speaks and spits
and I can hear it from the interstate
and Im screaming at my brother
on the cell phone, he is far away
and Im saying nothing in the past
or future ever will feel like today
until were parking in an alley,
just hoping that our shit is safe
so I go back and forth forever
all my thoughts, they come in pairs
well I will I wont I doubt I dont Im not surprised
But I never feel quite prepared
(Mute Strings)
Now Im hunched over a typewriter
I guess youd call that painting in a cave
And theres a word I cant remember
and a feeling I can not escape
And now my ashtrays overflowing
Im still staring at a clean white page
And mornings at my window
and she is sending me to bed again
Well I dreamed of dark on the horizon,
I dreamed a desert where the dead laid down
I dreamed a prostituted child
touching an old man in a fast food crowd
Oh Yeah I dreamt a ship was sinking,
there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock,
it was a pop song, it was playing loud
So I will find my fears and face them
Or I will cower like a dog
I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
I will fight like hell to hide that Im giving up
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Readable chord sheet for Another Travellin Song by Bright Eyes
[B] well Im c[B]hanging all my strings Im gonna write another travellin s[E]ong ab[B]out all the billion highways and the cities at the break of d[F#]awn well I guess the b[B]est that I can do now is pretend that Ive done nothing w[E]rong and d[F#]ream about a train thats gonna t[E]ake me back where I belong [B] now the oc[B]ean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the inte[E]rstate and Im sc[B]reaming at my brother on the cell phone, he is far a[F#]way and Im saying no[B]thing in the past or future ever will feel like t[E]oday until were pa[F#]rking in an alley, just ho[E]ping that our shit is s[B]afe so I go [E]back and forth fo[B]rever all my t[E]houghts, they come in p[B]airs well I w[E]ill I wont I [Ebm]doubt I dont Im [C#m]not surprised But I n[E]ever feel q[F#]uite prepared [B] (Mute Strings) Now Im hu[B]nched over a typewriter I guess youd call that painting in a c[E]ave And theres a w[B]ord I cant remember and a feeling I can not esc[F#]ape And now my as[B]htrays overflowing Im still staring at a clean white p[E]age [F#]And mornings at my window and she is se[E]nding me to bed a[B]gain Well I dre[B]amed of dark on the horizon, I dreamed a desert where the dead laid d[E]own I dr[B]eamed a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food cr[E]owd Oh Yeah I dr[B]eamt a ship was sinking, there was people screaming all a[E]round And I a[F#]woke to my alarm clock, it was a p[E]op song, it was playing l[B]oud So I will f[E]ind my fears and f[B]ace them Or I will co[E]wer like a d[B]og I will k[E]ick and scream or [Ebm]kneel and plead I will [C#m]fight like hell to h[E]ide that Im g[F#]iving up [B] End on B