Shoes

[Am] [C] [Am] [C] [Am] [C] [F]
[G] 2x

[Am]I'm running [C]madly,
[Am]I dont really know from [C]what.
[Am]I've been living my [C]whole life
like some [F]phrase at the tip of my [Gsus4]tongue.

[Am]Dont really know how to [C]say it,
[Am]it's always just out of [C]reach;
[Am]Stays locked away in my [C]larynx
[F]along with my freedom [Gsus4]of speech.

I'll use the [F]rubber on my [G]shoes,
to [C]erase all [C/B]that I've [Am]done.
And, if I [F]just keep adding miles and [D]miles to the soles,
I can e[Gsus4]rase all that's gone wrong.
[Am]Some people write their [Em]stories with [F]ink and a ballpoint[Fm] pen.
But I'll use the [C]rubber [C/B]on my [Am]shoes  [Am7/G]till  [F]streets and rivers [C]end.

[C]  [C/B]  [Am]  [Am7/G]  [F]  [C]  3x

[same as above:]
I roam alone and restless,
a ghost through the alleyways.
Preyed upon by no one,
but loved by just the same.

You might feel my touch:
a cold breeze against your skin.
But, you'll just unroll your shirt sleeves,
and shiver, movin' on your way again.

I'll use the rubber on my shoes,
to erase all that I've done.
And, if I just keep adding miles and miles
to the soles, I can erase all that's gone wrong.
Some people write their novels with ink and a fountain pen.
But, at dawn it's on the streets I'll don my words with my shoes in hand.

[C]  [C/B]  [Am]  [Am7/G]  [F]  [C]     3x

I can't figure out the harmonica solo ending.
I play it as G with fret 3 on the d string, and just move the baseline chromatically
from E to G each note:

[G/E]  [G/F]  [G/f#]  [G]

[Em]   [F]   [G]
[[C]  [C/B]  [Am]  [Am7/G]  [F]  [C]     3x]