C
I waited too long to write this down
    C          C/B         Am
The startling sensation is fading
The sweet, sweet burn
                                    D/F#
Of the first drink of the night, underage
F                                            C
Knowing that you're gonna get away with it

C
You were a good man before you knew it
             F
And I'm not vain enough to think that
              Am
I'd have been good for you if I'd stayed
        F
In the current of your life
                                        C
I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes

C
And now I'm so scared about mystery
   Am     Em/G
I fear I smell extinction
        D/F#
In the folds of this novocaine age coming on
C
I miss the smell of mystery
 Am    G              F
Reverb leaking outta tavern doors
And not knowing how the sounds were made

C
So I left home and faked my ID
C/Bb
I fucked every man that I wanted to be
          Am
I was so stupid then
           D/F#              F
Why should mystery give its life for me?

C
Baby, I'm afraid
But it's not your fault
Maybe I should go
Em          F
Home alone tonight
C
Baby, I'm afraid
But it's not your fault
Maybe I should go
Em         F
Home alone tonight

[Musical interlude]
Am     E   x4

C
Now I see you in our old home

Where I'm always scared to go
      Am             Em/G
Those thirty garbage miles
Making wet cigarette butts and used tires
F
To be poor as the anchor that makes us so sure
C7
Your sandy voice across my brow
You haven't aged a day
                           F
Is it because you took a shortcut
That makes people say you're crazy
Is it true?
You're a time traveler, you
Is it true?
I've seen crazy too

             C    G/B    Am
Can it be a comfort between us?
            F
Because I never want to know for sure

C
Baby, I'm afraid
But it's not your fault
Maybe I should go
Em         F
Home alone tonight
C
Baby, I'm afraid
But it's not your fault
Maybe I should go
Em         F
Home alone tonight

Am F/A D/F# Fmaj7

C
Now I write this in a pale town
      Am               G
Where excitement is a yellow curb
Fmaj7
My dream awake leaps through my window
         Am
From the highway

Am
You turn my head and set the brake too late
Fmaj7
Release the tears of metric tons
D/F#
The crash, it comes (comes, comes)
F
And pours down my public face
Am
Behind a reservoir of collarbones
Fmaj7                 D7/F#                 F
And forms two private lakes (lakes, lakes, lakes, lakes)

F      E
Baby, I'm afraid

Am
Your orbit is so easy
E
You haven't gained a day
Am
We're two self-fulfilling prophecies
Fmaj7
Who don't even have each other
D7/F#                      F
Not that we would ever get away with it