| F | C | G | |
| e | 1 | 0 | 3 |
| B | 1 | 1 | 3 | |
| G | 2 | 0 | 4 |
| A | 3 | 3 | 5 | |
| E | 1 | x | 3 |
| Boys and girls in cars. |
| Dogs and birds on lawns. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| From | here I | touch the | sun. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| Yea | h | Yea | h |
| F | C | G | F | |
| Put your | jackets on. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| I feel | wierd being | born. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| The tropic of | capri | corn is be | low. |
| F | C | G | F | F | C | G | F | |
| Yea | h | Yea | h | Yea | h | Yea | h |
| Bridge |
| F | C | G | F |
| F | C | G | F | |
| We stahl | above the | pole. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| Still your | face is | young. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| As we | feel our | wieght re | turn. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| Yea | h | Yea | h |
| F | C | G | F | |
| A trail of | shooting | stars. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| The horses | call the | storm. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| Because the | air con | tains the ch | arge. |
| F C G F F C G F (w/ drums and distortion) |
| Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah |
| Drum Solo |
| F | C | G | F |
| F | C | G | F | |
| The radi | o is | on. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| And hous | ton knows the | score. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| Can't you | feel it we're | almost | home. |
| F | C | G | F | F | C | G | F | |
| Yea | h | Yea | h | Yea | h | Yea | h |
| Bridge |
| F | C | G | F |
| F | C | G | F | |
| The | crew cam | partment is | breaking | up. |
| REPEAT 8x END W/ FADED DISTORTION |