| Em | |
| Hey Jack it's me, |
| C | G | D | |
| I don' | t mean to bother you but som | ethings been on my | mind. |
| Em | C | G | |
| At the | end of this road that | climbs the horizon will be | reached in a matter |
| D | |
| of mile | s. |
| Em | C | G | |
| And when the | wheels cease to spin the | walls and the fences will grow | higher |
| D | |
| than redwood tr | ees. |
| E | |
| And I | know your demise. |
| C | G | D | |
| And I f | ear what will happen when the r | oad fails to flow under me. |
| Em | |
| To flow under | me |
| (repeat intro) Em C G D |
| Em | C | G | |
| Oh Jack you see, I | felt like your mirror with the | wind whipping through my |
| D | |
| hair. |
| Em | C | G | |
| When the | wheels ceased to spin and I | cased my surroundings, I realiz | ed I |
| D | |
| hadn't gone anywh | ere. |
| Em | C | G | |
| When the | problems I'd left with | couches in alleys, where | no one would ever |
| D | |
| clai | m. |
| Em | C | G | |
| And the | hardest part was s | ifting through the pieces of the | rain soaked and |
| D | Em | |
| rotten remains | when I got h | ome. |
| Em | C | G | D |
| Em | |
| Hey Jack its me |
| C | G | D | |
| I do | nt mean to bother you but | somethings been on my m | ind (x3) |
| Em | C | G | D |
| end on Em |