C G F C
With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
C G F C
In The back of some bus on the road
C G F C
I'm living the high life with nothing to show
C G C
But a love thats letting me go
F G C
Your heroes turn out to be a**holes
F C G
And the light that youre chasing in the tunnel is a train
F G C F
The singers in key, the guitars in tune
C G C
But the song is still slipping away
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside
Chorus
