| G | Am | G | Am | G | Am | C | D | G |
| G | Am | |
| Well I'd love to photo | graph your hand |
| G | Am | |
| Then | shake it for a | while |
| G | Am | |
| Cause you | learn so much about | someone |
| C | D | G | |
| A b | rother | or a | swine |
| G | Am | |
| The | veins that plough be | neath your path |
| G | Am | |
| With so | many tales to | tell |
| G | Am | |
| A | picture out of | focus |
| C | D | G | |
| In a | frame where | no one | cares |
| D | |
| Calm the ocean breeze |
| C | G | |
| Quiet the raging | sea |
| D | |
| This stormy ship we sail |
| G | D | |
| Is a | bottle filled with | rage |
| (Chorus 1) |
| G | C | |
| Do you still | walk the streets at | night? |
| G | C | |
| With the | wandlust you | fight |
| G | C | D | G | |
| Back to the | corner where we | went our | separate | ways |
| G | Am | |
| Well we | walked upon the | railroad |
| G | Am | |
| Cause the | train no longer | ran |
| G | Am | |
| Where we | caught a glimpse of all we | missed |
| C | D | G | |
| From the | stars that | filled our | eyes |
| G | Am | |
| With a | dollar in your | only coat |
| G | Am | |
| And a | fireball in your | hand |
| G | Am | |
| You | set your sails for | better days |
| C | D | G | |
| Down in | South Au | stral | ia |
| D | |
| Dark though it has been |
| C | G | |
| Your old | spirit still shines | within |
| D | |
| These last | thirteen years depraved |
| C | D | |
| Of us | anything that's worth | sayin' |
| (Chorus 2) |
| G | D | G | C | |
| So raise a | cheer to | those forgotten | years |
| G | C | D | Em | C | Em | D | Em | C | D | |
| Back to the | corner where we | went our | separate | ways |
| (Chorus 1) x2 |
| G | Am | |
| Now the | carnival is goin' | home |
| G | Am | |
| The | ferris wheel is | spent |
| G | Am | |
| For those | rovin' years of | endless jeers |
| C | D | G | |
| Have | dried all | that was | left |
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