| C | C/B | |
| You just want the pho | ne to ring |
| F | |
| The | dogs to bark and the wind to sing |
| Am | G | F | |
| Your n | ame h | ere in the c | ar |
| We're just staring at the flies |
| They're all dying to get inside |
| It's so strange how hard luck keeps |
| Break: G Am F |
| It gets so easy to leave that work |
| And airplanes we see as just exits from now |
| Worlds collide and we depart all my clothes strewn about |
| Well who really owns the floor |
| G | Am | F | |
| I'm not your | way out |
| G | Am | F |
| All the cities left undone and bricks in time turn back to mud |
| The weekend plans are gone |
| There's no one coming down the hall |
| The Kingdoms to come will surely fall |
| We curtain call and tie one on |
| I'm not your way out |