| D | A | G | A | D | D | G | A | |
| In my rear view mirror the | sun is going down, |
| D | G | A | D | |
| Sinking behind bridges in the | road |
| G | A | |
| And I | think of all the good | things |
| D | A | G | |
| That | we have | left un | done |
| D/F# | Em | |
| And I | suffer premonitions, |
| Bm | |
| Confirm suspicions, |
| Em | A | D | A | G | A | |
| Of the holocaust to | come |
| D | |
| The wire that holds the cork |
| G | A | |
| That | keeps the anger in, |
| D | |
| Gives way |
| G | A | D | |
| And suddenly it's | day again |
| G | A | |
| The | sun is in the eas | t |
| D | A | G | D/F# | |
| Even | though the | day is | done |
| Em | |
| Two suns in the sunset |
| Bm | Bmmmmmmmmmm | Em | A | |
| Could be the human race is | run |
| A | D | A | G | A | D | A | G | A | D | Bm | A | |
| Like the moment when the brakes | lock |
| Bm | |
| And you slide towards the big truck |
| G | A | D | |
| You | stretch the frozen | moments with your | fear |
| Bm | A | |
| And you'll never hear their voic | es, |
| Bm | |
| And you'll never see their faces, |
| G | A | D | A | |
| You have no | recourse to the law | anymo | re |
| G | A | D | A | G | A | D | D | |
| And as the windshield melts |
| G | A | |
| My tears eveaporate, |
| D | G | A | D | |
| Leaving only charcoal to de | fend |
| G | A | D | A | G | D/F# | |
| Finally I un | derstand the | feelings | of the | few |
| Em | |
| Ashes and diamonds, |
| Bm | |
| Foe and friend, |
| Em | A | |
| We were all equal in the | end |
| D | A | G | A | D | A | G | A |