No Closer to Heaven The Wonder Years
I'm digging up the bones of the fai[C]lures I've buried[Em]
I'm pulling out my [F]white flags in various [G]stages
The sun bleached in [Dm]gray
Gonna sew them all to[Am]gether
Gonna fashion their [C7]bones into a [F]frame
Tie the flags on a [G]string
Stretched across until they're [F]wings
I'm no c[Fm]loser to heaven
[C] [Em] [F] [C] [C/B] [Am] [G7]
I clipped a [C]bird with my car on the [Em]freeway
He won't see a [F]burial
And all week [G]long I kept thinking of [Dm]death
How me and Hemingway share [Am]forehead scars
I won't meet the [C7]same fate that he [F]did
In a world that I can't [G]fix
With a hammer in my [F]grip
I'm no cl[Fm]oser to heaven
[Am]It feels like the [Dm]day before something im[G]portant
It feels like the [C]first snow of the [C/B]season that [Am]sticks
It's how I'll [Dm]always feel like a [G]failure
In the back of my [F]head
Fm (rest)
No matter where I've been
The future feels [C]bright
The glow of the [Em]city
Out across the [F]great plains
With the closer I [G]get
The further I feel a[Dm]way
I can stay here in the [Am]darkness
Feels like I'm [C7]wandering in circles for [F]days
We never reach the [G]gates
I'll keep walking any[F]way
I'm no cl[Fm]oser to he[C]aven
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