Wilco - Cars cant escape

When r^Ged is bled ^G/F and ^Gpetals blue ^F And ^Gin my sleepless h^Emead, our love's been ^C/Gdead a week or two ^B7Sometimes good times are ^C/Gstuck inside of you And then they're g^Gone ^F And I don't know ^C/Gwhy A ^B7lot of things have changed since we s^C/Gaid goodbye The r^C/Geasons for you to love me ^D7But I gave you none So I ^B7tap my glass and nod my chin and ^EmWonder^Emmaj7 who you've ^Em/C#been in r^Eb*hythm w^Cith

Some^Gtimes just time ^G/F Cars c^Gan't escape ^F And clo^Guds are grey and cl^Emose Not often ^C/Gtoo far away And ^B7blue has no value, ^C/Gpower, or hue For open sk^Gies,^F relationl^C/Gess ^B7Carelessness is what I miss And that'^C/Gs how I think of you ^C/GSometimes good times were ^D7all we had to do So I ^B7tap my glass and nod my chin and ^EmWonder^Emmaj7 who you've ^Em/C#been in r^Eb*hythm w^Cith So I ^B7tap my glass and nod my chin and ^EmWonder^Emmaj7 who you've ^Em/C#been in r^Eb*hythm w^Cith