E B7 A E
With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
E B7 A E
In the back of some bus on the road
E B7 A E
I'm living the high life with nothing to show
E B7 E
But a love that's letting me go
A B7 E
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
A E B7
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
A B7 E A
The singer's in key the guitars in tune
E B7 E
But the song is still slipping away
E B7 A E
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
E B7
For two hearts breaking in time
E B7 A E
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
E B7 E
And a hunger left burning inside
A B7 E
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
A E B7
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
A B7 E A
The singer's in key the guitars in tune
E B7 E
But the song is still slipping away
A B7 E
And slowly nothing else matters
A E B7
As the white and the black become grey
(SINGLE STRUM LAST VERSE/ 2 LINES)