Richard Shindell - Northbound 35

^CNorthbound 3 ^G5 Through the ^Amiron hills Under ^Fmaj7infidel skies It's ^Ctwo hundred miles to ^Gdrive You won't be ^Amhome ^Fmaj7

^CI saw an elsebound ^Gtrain On the ^Amoverpass In the ^Fmaj7driving rain Every ^Cticket costs the ^Gsame For where you can't ^Amgo ^{Fmaj7 C}

^GMustang ^Fmaj7horses, ^Cchampagne ^Gglasses ^AmAnything ^Fmaj7frail anything ^Cwild ^G It's the price of living ^Fmaj7motion What's ^Cbeautiful is ^Gbroken And ^Amgrace is just the ^Fmaj7measure of a ^Cfall ^{G Am Fmaj7}

^CSo I rolled into your ^Gtown I passed the ^Amsmokestacks And the ^Fmaj7ore docks down off of ^CMain And the sky spun a ^Ground With her diamonds on ^Amfire ^Fmaj7

We ^Cfought all night and then we ^Gdanced In your ^Amkitchen You were as ^Fmaj7much in my hands As ^Cwater or darkness or ^Gnothing Can ever be ^Amheld ^Fmaj7

^CIt's just flashes that we ^Gown Little ^Amsnapshots Made from ^Fmaj7breath and from bone And ^Cout on the darkling plain a ^Glone They light up the ^Amsky ^Fmaj7

^CIt's 51 and driving ^Gsouth Ain't it ^Amfunny How ^Fmaj7things'll turn out I ^Cnever even kissed you on the ^Gmouth When we said good ^Ambye ^Fmaj7