Sam Roberts - Faultline blues

^GI come from the east, I come from the heart of the ^B#beast, of the ^Gbeast ^Gwhere dreams are made in factories, where hearts pound with heavy hurried ^B#beats, hurried ^Gbeats ^DI can’t stay here, can?^B#??t tow the line, I^B’m leavin^Cg for Pacific sta^Gndar^Dd ti-^B# i-^G - i -ime

^GNow I’m heading west, trying to get this heavy weight off m^B#y chest, off m^Gy chest ^Gand the ones I love the best, know that 'til I reach the sunset I won’^B#t rest, I won?^G??t rest ^DLeft home on St. ^B#Valentine and ^Bheaded for ^CPacific standard ^Gti-^Di-^B#i-i^Gme

^GNow I’m on the trail of Kerouac, i^B#t feels unbroke^Gn too^D, GP died not far from here, he was ^Cwailing at the ^Gmoo-^B#oo-o^Don ^GTwenty-nine palms are just enough, one ^B#less would be too ^Gfew, you ^Dfind the diamond in the rough and ^Cyou’re the mornin^Gg d^B#e??^D?e-e-ew ^GEven ticking clocks can ease your mind when you’r^Be counting o^Cn Pacific standar^Gd t^Di-i^B#-i-i-^Gi-ime

^GIn orange groves on storage streets I f^B#ind a ^Gsteady mind, ^Dwandered with my feet in ^CPacific standard^G time ^GHuman consolations burning ^B#out before they ^Gshine, ^Djust to dance a little while, in ^CPacific standard ^Gti-^B#i-i-^Dime ^Geven ticking clocks can ^B#ease your mind when you’r^Be counting o^Cn Pacific standa^Grd^D t^B#ime^{G D}stuck between insane and sublime, you’re^B# living o^Cn Pacific standar^Gd t^Di-^B#i-i^G-ime.