Tired Pony - The good book

^C You were ^Fmaj7saved by the g^Amood book. ^C I was ^Fmaj7saved by the h^Amalf full glass ^C So come ^Fmaj7on take a ^Amgood look, ^C 'Cause th^Fmaj7is party will ^Ambe our last.

^C And they've ^Fmaj7closed down the ^Amold bar, ^C This town's ^Fmaj7like an em^Ampty box, ^C Well they ^Fmaj7can't have gone ^Amthat far, ^C 'Cause I can ^Fmaj7still see some ^Amswing in the box.

^BbFalling feels like ^Fmaj7flying, that's a da^Cngerous hope 'Cause ^Bbthe ground comes at ^Fmaj7you faster than y^Cou'd think, ^BbLurking in the ^Fmaj7shadows, With the b^Cears and wolves, 'Cause ^Bbwhere you feel the ^Fmaj7most upon these ^Cdays.

^C When you ^Fmaj7called I was ^Amscreening, ^C It confused^Fmaj7 me that he^Amar your voice, ^C It was ^Fmaj7like I was ^Amdreaming, ^C And the^Fmaj7 ten years ^Ambecame a life,

^C I could ^Fmaj7barely r^Amemember, ^C Just ^Fmaj7enough to o^Ampen the wounds, ^C In the ^Fmaj7darkest D^Amecember, ^C I can ^Fmaj7howl at the ^Amearly moon.

^BbFalling feels like ^Fmaj7flying, that's a da^Cngerous hope 'Cause ^Bbthe ground comes at ^Fmaj7you faster than y^Cou'd think, ^BbLurking in the ^Fmaj7shadows, With the b^Cears and wolves, 'Cause ^Bbwhere you feel the ^Fmaj7most upon these ^Cdays. '^BbCause that's where you ^Fmaj7feel the most upon ^Cthese days.