B E
Refused to find the stars aligned in skies ripe for misleading;
B F#
Reserve them my contempt.
B E
And worlds behind their obscured lights, confidence depleted
C#m E B
In hopes that you wont find us retreating.
B E
The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer,
C#m B F#
Forewarned though I had been.
B E
A familys ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement.
C#m E F# E
It reminded me of the times, when I sit down and cry,
B
And hope you find someone who wont hurt you
G#m E
As much as I know I do.
B E
Twenty-five years down the line, means a hundred changing seasons:
C#m E
Do you fear what might well pass?
F#m E
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
B
Im missing what the days have been stealing,
G#m C#m
Staring up at the ceiling,
F#m G#m E B
Waging war on a feeling.
B E
Half-asleep machinery, the citys always driving;
B F#
Shouldnt you be too?
B E
Motown, dont it hurt to know your best days are behind you?
C#m E
But that midnight oil still burns.
F#m E
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
B
Im missing what the days have been stealing,
G#m C#m
Staring up at the ceiling,
F#m G#m E B
Waging war on a feeling.
F G Dm
Share an evening treat on a roadside near
E
I go to watch things disappear.
Dm F Am
And we find time to wonder why things wont feel right.
E F#m
(Without escape the hostage waits)
B E
With drawn out wars on several fronts, you might find one worth winning.
C#m E
Do you fear what might well pass?
F#m E
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
B
Im missing what the days have been stealing,
G#m C#m
Staring up at the ceiling.
F#m G#m E
Waging war on a feeling.
F#m G#m E
Waging war on a feeling.
F#m G#m E
Waging war on a feeling.
B
Little Lead line in the Chorus: