D
We wiped out all the Buffalo
Bm
Around the turn of the last century
G
And so it's factories and sawgrass
A
Wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me
D
The Midwest feels like a hollow place
Bm
That we filled with love and industry
G
And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits
A
Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy
Prechorus play chords arpegiated
D A Bm A G
Well I wanted to see just a little bit of everything
A
Let me be
Chorus: D G
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
Bm A
Are laughing at me at four in the morning
D G
They played the war drum out of time
Bm A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
Bm D
I wanna be strong
G
But it's not easy anymore
D A G
I'm hoping I'm wrong
Verse 2:
D
It's sixteen hours straight to home
Bm
From the heart of North Missouri
G
And so I searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs
A
For the devil in my bloodstream
D
Depression grabbed his throat
Bm
And choked the life out of him slowly
G
I've got the same blood coursing through my veins
A
And it'll come for me eventually
Prechorus 2:
D
I bet I'd be a fucking coward
Bm
I bet I'd never have the guts for war
G
Cause I can't spend another month away from here
A
These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore
D A Bm A G
But I I wanted to know if I could please come home
A
So let me know
D G
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
Bm A
Are laughing at me at four in the morning
D G
They played the war drum out of time
Bm A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
Bm D
I wanna be strong
G
But it's not easy anymore
D A G
I'm hoping I'm wrong
(palm muted G powerchord)
I'm hoping I'm wrong
Bridge:
D A
I know how it feels to be
G
At war with a world
That never loved me
D A
I know how it feels to be
G
At war with a world
That never loved me
Chorus 3:
D G
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
Bm A
Are laughing at me at four in the morning
D G
They played the war drum out of time
Bm A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
Bm D G
I wanna be strong
D A
I wanna be strong
G
But it's not easy anymore