Intro: D G A (x4) 
 
D		   G       A     D              G        A 
Dreams, inconsistent angel things. Horses bred with star-laced 
D                   G       A         Bm   A    G 
wings.  But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly. 
D                    G         A         D               G      
These wings beat the night sky ?bove the town.  One goes up and  
A        D                 G       A        Bm      A      G 
one goes down.  And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound. 
 
Chorus: 
          Em                    D                           G 
We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly) how it used to be  
                 Em             D             G 
(I'll stay here, I'll be fine). How it used to be (don't go and  
              Em             D 
let me down), how it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).