Am F
I was a brakeman the sharpest of all them
E Am
Hoping to be there and it good
Am F
I was a bum rush and pardon the self lust
E Am
It wasn’t always understood
Am F E Am
I was a combing I comb every shoreline I wanted to damage just a few
C G
Hoping our timing won’t be swift enough
F Am
And they’ll carry us away And they’ll carry us away
Am F
I was a cold one colder than ever
E Am
Did you feel the chill I left on you
Am F
Now back on the brake lines and steeper than I climb
E Am
Well if there’s one well it be you
G F C Am
Take your rind take your fall and laying your trap for me
G F C Am
Take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do
G F C Am
It runs back straight and true and leaving no more