Max Stalling - Wide afternoon

^GCarolina highway, past boroughs and pine breaks ^C The ro^Gad's long behind me, every signpost reminds me ^{D G}My eyes have grown heavy, my wheels drone on steady^{C G}In the heat of the w^Cide, the heat of the^D wide, the w^Gide afternoon.

^DI've been here forever, my ^Cwhole life at ^Gleast. ^{Em Am}Trapped between morning's ^Doptimism and night's fleeting dreams. ^GHere where it matters, where reality looms ^{C G}In the heat of the w^Cide, the heat of the^D wide, the wide a^Gfternoon. ^GThis road was a drug when I started ^Cway back

Each hill that I killed was like a ^Gpill that I took to ^Drelax. ^GTill the peace in the valleys, got a l^Cittle too peaceful All the ridges I?ve ^Grun and all that I?ve ^Ddone has left me with ^Geyes full. ^GEyes full of the worst, eyes f^Cull of the best Eyes full of the tire^Gdness that won't let me r^Dest.

^GAll the places I go to, no place is ^Cbrand new ^GIn the heat of the wi^Cde, the heat of the ^Dwide, the wide ^Gafternoon.

^DI've been here forever, my ^Cwhole life at ^Gleast. ^{Em Am}Trapped between morning's ^Doptimism and night's fleeting dreams. ^GHere where it matters, where reality looms ^{C G}In the heat of the w^Cide, the heat of the^D wide, the wide a^Gfternoon. ^GThis road was a drug when I started ^Cway back

^GSome people sit still, some ^Cpeople go fast ^GSome go right to it, some never get ^Dpast ^GLaying a map out, they don?t plan^C just assume. ^GAnd wind up forever in the ^Dheat of the wide, the wide ^Gafternoon.

^GHere where it matters, where ^Creality looms In the ^Gheat of the w^Cide, the heat of the^D wide, the wide a^Gfternoon.