| E/B | E/C# | E/A | |
| {E/F#m] |
| A | C#m | F#m |
| A | C#m | F#m |
| Verse 1: |
| A | C#m | F#m | C#m | |
| Nobody | ever had a | dream round | here, |
| A | F#m | C# | F#m | |
| but | I don't really | mind that it's | starting to | get to me |
| A | C#m | F#m | C#m | |
| Nobody | ever pulls the | seams round | here, |
| A | F#m | C# | F#m | |
| but | I don't really | mind that it's | starting to | get to me |
| E | F#m | Bm | A | |
| I've got this | energy be | neath my | feet |
| D | E | C# | D | |
| like | something under | ground's gonna | come up and | carry me, |
| E | F#m | Bm | A | |
| I've got this | sentimental | heart that | beats |
| D | E | C# | D | |
| but | I don't really | mind and it's | starting to | get to me |
| Chorus 1: |
| E | C# | F#m | |
| Now, | "Why do you waste my | time?" |
| C#m | D | E | A | A/G# | |
| Is the | answer to the | question | on your | mind |
| F#m | C#m | |
| And I'm | sick of all my | judges |
| D | E | C# | |
| so | scared of | what they'll | find |
| F#m | C#m | |
| But I | know that I can | make it |
| D | E | A | |
| As long as | somebody | takes me | home, |
| F# | Bm | C#m | |
| every | now and | then... |
| A | C#m | F#m | |
| Oh, have you | ever seen the | lights? |
| A | F#m | C#m |
| A | C#m | F#m | |
| Have you | ever seen the | lights? |
| A | F#m | C#m |
| Verse 2: (Same chords as verse 1) |
| I took a shuttle on a shock-wave ride, |
| where people on the pen pull the trigger for accolades |
| I took a bullet, and I looked inside it |
| Running through my veins |
| An American masquerade |
| I still remember Grandma Dixie's wake, |
| I never really known anybody to die before |
| Red white and blue upon a birthday cake, |
| My brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...and that's all |
| Chorus 2: (same chords as other chorus 1) |
| "So why do you waste my time?" |
| Is the answer to the question on your mind |
| And I'm sick of all my judges, |
| so scared of letting me shine |
| But I know that I can make it, |
| as long as somebody takes me home... |
| F# | Bm | C#m | D | E |
| A | C#m | F#m | C#m | D/F# | D | C#m | E | |
| You know | I | see | Lon | don, | I | see | Sam's | Town |
| A | C#m | F#m | C#m | D/F# | D | C#m | E | |
| holds | my | hand | and | lets | my | hair | down |
| A | C#m | F#m | C#m | D/F# | D | C#m | E | |
| Rolls | that | world | right | off | my | shoul | der |
| A | C#m | F#m | C#m | D/F# | D | C#m | E | F# | |
| I | see | Lon | don, | I | see | Sam's | Town | now. |
| F# | B | F# |