Am C G D
Am C G D
Wait dear a white horse is walking down my
street here Your words are creeping at my feet
I fear that sunrise will come too soon and you'll
disappear to the haze of this city and go south
Oh no
CHORUS
Am C
Whoa..
G D Am C
Seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my
Am C G D
All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you