The White Buffalo - Into the sun

^FThe city street, the desert heat Burns my mind and forces my feet to keep mo^Cving ^FThree in the afternoon Wasted, feel my father disapp^Croving ^FThere's a desperation in this town Vultures flank the fools and clowns are cry^Cing ^FShell-shocked and landlocked Don't know if I can leave but I feel like tr^Cying And I'd better ^C r^Eun^Am into the s^Fun Until I hit the o^Amcean

^FWords and tears have long dried up with my emot^Cions ^FJust 'cause you don't see the way I feel Please don't question my devo^Ction ^FBlistered and broken This hearts for sale but no one's a b^Cuying ^FSomething still burns inside of me But I can feel it dy^Cing And I'd better ^{C E}ru^Amn into the s^Fun Until I hit the oc^Amean

And I better ^Frun until I hit the oc^Amean (X2) And I better^{F C} r^Eun^Am into the su^Fn until I hit the oc^Amean