Dashboard Confessional - Where theres gold

^GStep on the stage The l^Cights the praise The c^Eurtain calls And the bi^Ag parade ^GYou know that life ^Call too well ^{E A G}The promise the pain The va^Clor the rage ^EHold up your hands for the b^Aow and the wave ^GYou know his touch A^C little too well ^{E A E}You throw yourself I^Dnto their arms ^GMistresses have ^Call the fun ^EBut no one's ever ^Dthere to take you ^Ghome ^GBox up your gloves and your ^CDown coats ^EBound for the sun and the W^Aest coast ^GWhere upper crust ^Ctragedies abound ^{E A G}A tip for the girl at the C^Coat check ^EThe guy at the door and the B^Aar back ^GThey know your face ^COh so well ^{E A E}But movies never ^Dmade you famous ^GAll your dreams got ^Clost or traded ^EAnd all you ever c^Dared about got lost^{G C E}But you were surely s^Dtill an actress ^GOlder men would find^C attractive ^EAnd all you ever ca^Dred about got los^Gt ^C G C

Where there's ^Egold there's a ^Agold digger ^GYou throw yourself I^Cnto their arms ^EMistresses have ^Aall the fun ^GBut no one's ever ^Cthere to take you ^Ehome ^A