Thrice - Artist in the ambulance live acoustic

^DmLate night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal ^Bb5Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel ^FMy world goes black before I ^Cfeel an angel lift me up And I ^Dmopen bloodshot eyes ^Bb5into fluorescent white They ^Fflip the siren, hit the lights, ^Cclose the doors and I am gone

^DmNow I lay here owing my life to a ^Bb5stranger And I realize that ^Fempty words are not enough I'm ^Cleft here with the question of just ^DmWhat have I to show except the ^Bb5promises I never kept? I ^Flie here shaking on this bed, un^Cder the weight of my regrets

^Bb5I hope that I will never let you down ^{Dm F Bb5}I know that this can be more than just ^Dmflashing ^Flights and ^Bb5sound

^DmLook around and you'll see that at times it ^Bb5feels like no one really cares It ^Fgets me down but I'm still gonna ^Ctry to do what's right, ^DmI know that there's A difference between ^Bb5sleight of hand, and ^Fgiving everything you have ^CThere's a line drawn in the sand, ^Bb5I'm working up the will to cross it and

^DmRhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of always ^Bb5talking when there's no change ^DmRhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of ^Cempty words, let's lead ^Bb5and not ^Cfollow

^DmLate night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal ^Bb5Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel ^FMy world goes black before I ^Cfeel an angel steal me from the ^DmGreedy jaws of death and chance, and ^Bb5pull me in with steady hands They've ^Fgiven me a second chance, the ^Cartist in the ambulance

Can we ^Dmpick you ^Coff the ^Bb5ground, more than ^Dmflashing ^Clights and ^Bb5sound