Intro/Verse: F C G Verse1: Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart. Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part. So we sing ... Verse2: I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me. I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free, And I can sing ... Bridge: C E F C G F Ab Bb C ough. Verse3: Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines. These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat. Outro: F C G (azchords.com)