Golden My Morning Jacket Golden [F]Watchin' a stretch of road, [Bb]miles of light explode [F]driftin' off a thing I'd never [Bb]done before [F]Watchin' a crowd roll in, [Bb]out go the lights it begins [F]a feelin' in my bones I never [Bb]felt before [Bb]People always to[C]ld, that ba[F]rs are dark and lone[Dm]ly and [Bb]talk is often [C]cheap and filled with a[F]ir [Bb]Sure sometimes they th[C]rill, but not[F]hin' could ever ch[Dm]ill like [Bb]the way they make the [C]time just disapp[F]ear (azchords.com)