| A | C# | |
| A town of disre | spect |
| D | |
| The trains are | wrecked |
| A | |
| The night is | younger than us |
| B | E | |
| Nowhere is anywhere | else |
| A | |
| You keep to your | self |
| D | A | |
| Stirring the | dregs where I have | laid |
| F | E | |
| The exit | sings are laghing |
| A | D | A | |
| Dead ends they wont | come to life any | more |
| A | C# | |
| I pleged the | rest |
| D | |
| I should have | guessed |
| A | |
| Your love was | hanging by threads |
| B | E | |
| Tounges tied under the | moon |
| A | |
| My love is a | room |
| D | A | |
| Of broken | bottles and tangled | webs |
| F | E | |
| The misers | wind their minds |
| A | D | |
| Like | clocks that | grind their gears |
| A | |
| On and On |
| A | C# | |
| And if its | meant |
| D | |
| Some | accident |
| A | |
| Some co | incidence |
| B | E | |
| Crumbs fall out of the | sky |
| A | |
| When you wonder | by |
| D | |
| The dust clouds | blow |
| A | |
| Nobody's | home |
| F | E | A | D | |
| Oh wont you lay | my bags | upon the fueral | fire |
| A | |
| And sing it | again |