Joey Cape - Tracks

^G On the train a passenger ^Cadd9cursed his name ^G Asked to ^Dsus4leave, gripping the ^Cadd9papers he received Still he ^Aalmost felt that he would ^A/Bforg^Cadd9ive them ^G Angels bled, blissful, blind c^Cadd9itizens ^G Crafting ^Dsus4coats fit for a^Cadd9bandonment and cold And they ^Aused to wish that they co^A/Buld ^Cadd9forget it ^D He was sentenced with no explanation ^Gand no jury or ^Cadd9trial ^D He’s the scapegoat of imagination ^Gand your ^Dcruelest ^Emdenial ^{C D} He would have laid down on ^Gtracks for you ^Cadd9

^G The journey ends. He arrives ^Cadd9home to them ^G Those tracks will ^Dsus4always lead to his l^Cadd9oved ones and actual friends Where he ^Aalways feels the cleanse ^A/Bof a^Cadd9mens ^G Blown apart so many ^Cadd9times before ^G Pieces of ^Dsus4his heart strewn ^Cadd9across the killing floor They’re no ^Alonger beautiful o^A/Br ad^Cadd9ored ^DThey would never intentionally hurt you ^GThat is truly a li^Cadd9e ^DThe traveler that finds a room for forgiveness ^GA courte^Dsy you ^Emdeny Imagine th^Cat ^D He would have laid down on ^Gtracks for you ^D#5

^E5 And on the ^Dmasthead ^G Well you can go fuck ^Cadd9yourself ^Em I replay the ^Dscene in my head ^GOver and over, ^Amthough the cobwebs ^CEnough ^Dof your conditional ^Glove ^Cadd9

^G5 New year’s day marking six month^Cadd9s estranged ^G He let it sl^Dsus4ide, a false confession to ^Cadd9unknown crimes But he ^Adove on that grenade to ^A/Bbe s^Cadd9aved ^DHe will always be there for them, loyal ^GThrough the toil of ^Cadd9all these years ^DBut you bury your past in the soil ^GLike someone ^Dwho never ^Emcared That´s no ^Gway ^Em7 to^A7sus4 re^Cact ^D He would have laid down on ^Gtracks for you ^Cadd9 He would have laid down on ^Gtracks for you^Dsus4