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| | Em |
| | Gilbert works alone, late into the night |
| | F | C | F |
| | Dangling from a freeway ov | erpass | |
| | Em |
| | He's welding rebar and sculpting concrete |
| | F | C | F |
| | They're paving in the gap way out | west | |
| | Dm | Am |
| | Off in the distance the sleeping | city shines |
| | F | C | F |
| | Raises his mask | to take a look | |
| | Dm | Am |
| | Slips from the perch still holding onto | his torch |
| | F | C | F |
| | I see him falling just li | ke a burning star | |
| | Em | C | Am | F |
| Out of control mmmmm | m mmmmmm | | | |
| | Em | C | Am | F |
| And heading way of course mmmmmmm mmmmmm | | | | |
| | Em | F | C |
| | Waking up confused in a bed of | thorn | |