| A | F#m | D | E |
| A | F#m | |
| From the housetops to the | gutters |
| D | E | D | |
| From the oceans to the s | hores |
| A | F#m | |
| The | warning signs have all been bright and | garish |
| D | E | |
| Far to great in number to ig | nore |
| From the cities to the swamplands |
| From the highways to the hills |
| Our love has never had a leg to stand on |
| From the aspirins to the cross-tops to the Elevils |
| D | E | A | D | |
| But I will | walk | down to the | end with | you |
| A | E | A | |
| If you will | come all the way | down with | me |
| From the entrance to the exit |
| Is longer than it looks from where we stand |
| I wanna say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet |
| Things will shortly get completely out of hand |
| I can feel it in the rotten air tonight |
| In the tips of my fingers in the skin on my face |
| In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light |
| In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place |
| D | E | |
| Like a | trashcan fire in a | prison cell |
| A | F#m | |
| Like the | searchlights in the | parking lots of hell |
| D | E | A | D | |
| I will | walk | down to the | end with | you |
| A | E | A | |
| If you will | come all the way | down with | me |