Greg Graffin - Waxwings

The ^Asun on the ^Gmaples like in^Ddelible st^Aain Happy red pine ^Gvarmints must be ^Draising ^Acain And here out west the ^Gblazes sketch a ^Dviolent do^Amain Maybe them ^Gwaxwings will come ^Dback a^Again From a lonely burnt out ^Gshanty in the ^Dmorning, I can ^Atell The fog is ^Glifting off the ^Dchaparr^Aal Where the solitary ^Glion and the ^Dtoyon ^Adwell Those channel ^Glinings cast a ^Dhaunting ^Aspell

Like a ^Dwinter's freeze or a ^Avernal breeze that ^Cblows forever^Gmore ^BbFriends and ^Fneighbors always at your d^Coor And ^Djust like sandy ^Ashorelines that ^Cvanish in a st^Gorm ^BbThey don't come ^Caround here any^Dmore

Now the ^Aannual mi^Ggrations are as ^Dsolid as your ^Aword Too many ^Gpromises be^Dcomes abs^Aurd But my faith may be for^Gever shattered ^Dif not bu^Arned Just one more ^Gvisit from that ^Dspectacle ^Abird

Like a ^Dwinter's freeze or a ^Avernal breeze that ^Cblows forever^Gmore ^BbFriends and ^Fneighbors always at your d^Coor And ^Djust like sandy ^Ashorelines that ^Cvanish in a st^Gorm ^BbThey don't come ^Faround here any^Cmore ^BbThey don't come ^Faround here any^Cmore ^BbThey don't come ^Faround here any^Cmore ^BbThey don't come ^Faround here any^Cmore ^BbThey don't come ^Faround here any^Cmore ^BbThey don't come ^Faround here any^Cmore ^BbThey don't come ^Faround here any^Cmore