Ben Gibbard - Couches in alleys

^AmHey Jack it's me, I don'^Ft mean to bother you but som^Cethings been on my ^Gmind. At the ^Amend of this road that ^Fclimbs the horizon will be ^Creached in a matter of mile^Gs. And when the ^Amwheels cease to spin the ^Fwalls and the fences will grow ^Chigher than redwood tr^Gees. And I ^Aknow your demise. And I f^Fear what will happen when the r^Coad fails to flow under me.^G To flow under ^Amme

^Am Oh Jack you see, I ^Ffelt like your mirror with the ^Cwind whipping through my ^Ghair. When the ^Amwheels ceased to spin and I ^Fcased my surroundings, I realiz^Ced I hadn't gone anywh^Gere.

When the ^Amproblems I'd left with ^Fcouches in alleys, where ^Cno one would ever clai^Gm. And the ^Amhardest part was s^Fifting through the pieces of the ^Crain soaked and rotten remains^G when I got h^Amome.

^AmHey Jack its me I do^Fnt mean to bother you but ^Csomethings been on my m^Gind (x3)