| D | A | |
| Tried to face up to the blinding | sun |
| Bm | |
| Racing | for the final word to come |
| G | G/F# | |
| Facing up is | hard, to | stay devout |
| D | A | G | |
| I can't | see the | sand and it's running | out |
| D | G | |
| And it's running | out |
| D | A | |
| We quote each other only when we're | wrong |
| Bm | |
| We tear out the | threads and move along |
| G | G/F# | |
| Can't seem to | find | common ground |
| D | A | Em | |
| I can't | see the | sand and it's running | out |
| A | |
| It was only | circumstances |
| D | |
| But it's the | difference |
| A | |
| It gets in the w | ay |
| Em | A | |
| No race is | run in this | direction |
| D | |
| You can't break | even |
| A | Bm | |
| You can't | even quit the | game |
| D | G | D | A | Bm | G | D | A | G | D | G |
| D | |
| The current drags to the bottom |
| A | |
| A hemorrhage that | moves us around |
| Bm | |
| Pulls and | beckons, strong direction |
| G | G/F# | |
| High water | forever | bringing us down |
| D | A | G | |
| I can't | see the | sand and it's running | out |
| D | G | |
| It's running | out |
| Em | A | |
| It was only | circumstances |
| D | |
| But it's the | difference |
| A | |
| It gets in the | way |
| Em | A | |
| No race is | run in this | direction |
| D | |
| You can't break | even |
| A | G | D | |
| You can't | even quit the | game |