Intro: C Em Am F (x2)

Verse 1: C
                     Em                              Am
These double entendres and bills that we’ve laundered
                             F                         C
these mountains are molehills and the gypsy boys wander
                             Em                   Am
in search of their first love, in castles up high
                     F                         C Em Am F
when pressed upon it, these words are just lies

Verse 2: C
                   Em                           Am
It’s proof I’m awake the the truth I can’t break 
                   F                 C
as long as you take a hold of my neck
                     Em                         Am
we strangle each word, till it all sounds absurd
                                  F                           C Em Am F
and then your hearing get blurred, ‘cause sounds are all we got

Verse 3: C
                  Em                         Am
Love is top drawer, like an old pair of socks
                   F                             C
neatly tucked away, that my grandmother bought me
                        Em                   Am
with the savings she had, every Christmas morn
                           F                               C Em Am F
and now I’m feeling so bad, ‘cause all my socks are torn up

Verse 4: C
                       Em                  Am
These judges and juries, convene in a hurry
                             F                               C
but there’s no need to worry, ‘cause their sans can’t hurt me
                          Em                       Am
and the powers they’ve got, oh they seem like a lot
                          F                        C Em Am F
oh I just ain’t enough to stop the meaningful stuff

Verse 5: C
                           Em                 Am
So keep dressing yourselves, one leg at a time
                           F                          C
keep stacking those shelves with empty bottles of wine
                          Em                       Am
and this basement we’re in, it’s a fool-worthy mess
                       F                         C Em Am F
we’re all living in sin and we couldn’t care less

Verse 6: C
                        Em                         Am
This windstorm a-pissin', it's quite the conniption
                      F                            C
the soul jurisdiction, we all bleed with conviction
                Em                    Am
wrestling demons, on an empty platform
                            F
and our elders are screaming
                            Em
“why won’t you come back home
                           Am 
why won’t you come back home
                           F
why can’t you come back home”

              C
“Well I don’t think so”

                           Em
“Why can’t you come back home
                         Am      F
we need you to come back home"

Chorus: C
                              Em         Am
As long as we run from safety
                                F         C
we’ll find a way out here maybe
                           Em         Am
as long as we run from safety
                          F
we’ll find a way out here
                             C
we’ll find a way out here maybe
                             Em   Am                                  F     C
as long as we run from safety,        we’ll find a way out here maybe
                            Em   Am                                  F
as long as we run from safety,       we’ll find a way out here maybe