Tuning: G C E A

[Intro]

C^Eigarette smoke dances ^G#mback in the window And I c^Aan see the ^C#mhaze on the ^Bdome light. I`m ^Econjuring ghosts on a ^G#mforty-hour ride home And t^Ahey keep asking me what I`m ^C#mdoing with my ^Blife, While my c^Aousins go to ^Bbed with their ^C#mwives. I'm f^Aeeling like I've f^Ballen beh^F#mind.

Well the h^Eighway won. I`m l^G#mistening to traffic reports, ^AOne on one, coming q^C#muietly und^Bone. I was b^Eorn to run ^G#maway from anything good An es^Acape artist`s son With sun-drenched ^C#mpavement in my b^Blood. The f^Airst thing that I ^Bdo when I walk^C#m in Is pl^Aan a way o^But for when ^F#mxxxx gets bad

And ^C#mI`ve been lo^Boking f^Aor t^Eears in the sc^C#mreen door. -t^Bears in the sc^Areen door- ^C#mI`ve been wa^Biting f^Aor an^Eother di^C#msaster. -a^Bnother dis^Aaster-

[Interlude] E G#m A C#m B

I`m t^Eerrified like a ^G#mkid in the sixties, S^Ataring at the sky w^C#maiting for the b^Bomb to fall. It`s a^Ell a lie, what they ^G#msay about stability. It s^Acares me sometimes, The ^C#memptiness I s^Bee in my ^F#meyes.

All the ^G#mkid`s names I’ve ever ^Aliked are tied to ^Btragedy And^F#m I don’t want my ^G#mchildren growing up to^A be anything like^B me.

And ^C#mI`ve been lo^Boking f^Aor t^Eears in the s^C#mcreen door. -t^Bears in the sc^Areen door- ^C#mI`ve been wa^Biting f^Aor an^Eother di^C#msaster. -a^Bnother dis^Aaster- But ^C#mI was kind of h^Aoping you`d s^Btay. I ^C#mwas kind of h^Aoping you`d st^Eay.

[Interlude] A E B

I keep a f^C#mlashlight And a s^Amall knife in the c^Eorner of my ^Bbed stand. I keep a f^C#mlashlight and the t^Arain times, But you wouldn’t u^Enderstand. How could you u^Bnderstand?

Jesus C^C#mhrist. I`m ^Atwentysix. All the p^Eeople I graduated w^Bith All have ^C#mkids, all have w^Aives, All have p^Eeople who care if they c^Bome home at night. Jesus C^C#mhrist, did I fuck ^Bup?

And ^C#mI`ve been lo^Boking f^Aor t^Eears in the sc^C#mreen door. -t^Bears in the sc^Areen door- ^C#mI`ve been wa^Biting f^Aor an^Eother di^C#msaster. -a^Bnother dis^Aaster- But ^C#mI was kind of h^Aoping you`d s^Btay. I ^C#mwas kind of h^Aoping you`d s^Btay. I ^C#mwas kind of h^Boping you`d s^Etay.

The Wonder Years - Passing through a screen door