Classic Tapes

    D                 Bm
Oh we crashed in the ash
                     Em                    G
And then the cash of the titans blew out to sea
    D                 Bm
But you, you broke out the map
                      Em
Lead us out of the country
                        G
Through the haunted hallway

    D                             Bm
I strayed during the ticker tape parade
                          Em
You were gathering blank tape
                      G                          D
For the never ceasing project of the documentarian

D|Bm|Em|G

    D                            Bm
My dear, I could drift into backyards
                        Em
During nights of no moonlight
            G
And never reappear
                  D
You know that something
                          Bm
Would grab a hold of me slowly
                 Em
Make love to me only
                   G
And pull me deep underground

   D                 Bm
Forever is incomprehensible
                Em
But still attainable
                       G                          D
With a little luck, a lawyer, and a fine tuned radio

D|Bm|Em|G

  A                                      Bm
The stop light changes but nothing else does
  G                        Em
It kept me waiting just because
  A                                      Bm
So delete all your dead friends from you cell phone
  G                               Em
It keeps you inside that certain zone: home
  Em                    A
Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha


D
I feel it / I feel it / I feel it / I feel it
Bm
A devil / a devil / a devil / a devil
Em
Or an angel / an angel / an angel / an angel
G
Nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer