Paint

e|--------------------------|
B|--------------------------|
G|1/2-2--2-2-2-2-2-2--------|The 1 is kinda a grace note so that you can barely hear it.
D|-------------------4-4-2--|
A|--------------------------|
E|--------------------------|
And then into this:
[Dsus2] [D] x4

[D]The birds sit on telephone lines[Em] making abacus beads
And they've been [Asus4]counting up the miles logged on [A]city side streets.
[D]They've been shifting down the [Dsus2]wi----[D]res to make [Em]room for more feet;
[Asus4]Crows lining up to talk about[A] who they got to[Bm] meeeeee-[G]eeeee[A]et.

[D]I've been having [Dsus2]all   [D]these dreams [Em]that start when I blink
Where [Asus4]you'll drop this burden to the ground and [A]lift your hands to my face.
[D]I'll make some [Dsus2]men---[D]tion of my [Em]beard marking the days,
[Asus4]you'll just say something [A]like you don't feel like it's that[Bm] looooo[G]oooo[A]oong.

[D]So paint [A]me your[Bm] fo[G]ol.
I'd be[D] happy to [A]hear you're painting ag[Bm]aaa[G]in.
[D]And I'll [A]sit, I'll sit real[Bm] sti[G]ll
[A]and try to keep on smiling.

[and then play the intro again, but only repeat the "Dsus2 D" twice]

[D]I've been picking [Dsus2]up    [D]to speed, and I've been [Em]trying to call this home,
[Asus4]But all the crosses keep me worried along the [A]side of the road.
[D]They've been rapping at my [Dsus2]win---[D]dows, now [Em]they're knocking on my doors;
[Asus4]All these ghosts sitting in the fog [A]just trying to bum a[Bm] smooo[G]ooooo[A]ooke.

[D]I've been getting [Dsus2]ti----[D]red, but I [Em]can't seem to find my bed,
And that [Asus4]spot that you once laid in is just a [A]cold, hard grave instead.
[D]So, I'm glad that I'm not [Dsus2]slee--[D]ping, but I [Em]need to find some rest;
[Asus4]These words turning in my mind [A]are driving me out of my[Bm] heee[G]eeee[A]ead.

[Bm]   But like a shotgun [G]spray, the birds flew away[A].
[Bm]   Now I've got nothing to [G]count on,
[A]And you, you've got nothing to say.

[play the G in the outro like this: (3 5 5 4 3 3)]