Lincoln - Banks

Mile^Cmarker twenty-seven says we're ^Eon the way to Heaven And I ^Amsmile at the passenger sea^Ct Forty ^Fmiles from Chicago There is ^Fsnow on the windshield And you're ^Fdowntown dragging your feet ^F

Now I'm ^Ccircling the block around ^BUnion Central Station And there are ^Ambullets flying into the c^A#ar It's the ^Fsame as it's always been^F It's the ^G#same as it's always been^G#

Two-hundred ^Dmmiles from Chicago: There is ^Dmblood on the windshield And I am ^Greeling as you gather your thin^Ggs I said I don't ^Fknow what to do anymore As if ^FI knew what to do before I can ^Efuck up almost ^G#anything

^CI don't think that I would ex^Emactly call it love But it's ^Fdripping down my consciousness Missus, you're ^G#slipping down my lungs

I want to ^Cbuild you a protest out of ^Bsticks and rocks I find in the ^Abackyard behind the ^A#house you grew up in In ^Floving memory of^G# all our nonconformity I want to ^Csing you a signal that reaches ^Bonly the ears Of ^Ayoung disenfranchised ^A#straight white boys Because ^Fthat would feel normal, and ^G#none of this does

^CI don't think that I would ex^Emactly call it love But it's ^Fdripping down my consciousness As you're ^G#slipping down my lungs

So ^Csave it for a ^Emrainy day and ^Fmaybe then you'll ^G#see That ^CI am like the ^Emearth, old man, there's ^Fno way around ^G#me

But ^Ceven in my ^Gdreams I still don't ^Fknow the differ^Fence between ^CWhat it is I ^Gwant and ^Fwhat it is I ^Fneed I wanna see you be ^Cbrave ^GI wanna see you sur^Fviving ^F I wanna see ^Cboth of us ^GProspering and ^Fthriving separately ^F

I want the ^Ccatharsis of ^Gknowing Something ^Dmbad's about to ^Fhappen But ^Calso knowing ^Cthat I can't do ^Dmanything about it^B Because your ^Cnew house just don't ^Eshut Quite like the ^A#one you grew up in used to^{F C}I wanna come and ^Emvisit I ^A#wanna see this ^Fthrough, but ^CI never ^Gwill because you're ^Dmjust not ^Fwhat I need And I am ^Cjust not what you ^Gwant Though you're in ^Dmeveryone I ^Fmeet and

^CWe'll say fuck the ^Gbanks but we'll still ^Dmuse them every da^Fy And when we ^Cfight amongst ours^Gelves The ^Dmbanks will say Oka^Fy Have you been s^Cpending all your ^Gcapital on ^Dmcauses you deem ^Fjust? You keep ^Cdoing what you ^Gcan, we'll keep ^Dmdoing what we ^Fmust. So des^Cpite what you have ^Glearned In songs for ^Dmwhich you'd take a ^Fbullet You won't ^Cfind objective ^Gtruth In a ^Dmfinal rhyming ^Fcouplet