Intro: D, A, Bm, A, G 


G               Bm   A 
Talkin' in my sleep 
G                 Bm                 A 
Back pedal to the reason you don't wanna' walk with me 
G                             Bm      A 
Don't fight what you can't say, you know I do it 
G                            Bm       A                  Em 
You can't hope to live off change, or hope she's gonna' chase 
                  G 
or barter on good faith 
                      Em 
Or wither white with grace 
                      G 
While drive eats you away 
A 
But you and I, 
        D                A  Bm                     A 
We're breaking the windows so we can feel the cold 
    D                A  Bm                  A 
Computers and candles lighting what we know  
            G 
We're doing fine 
Bm                 A         G 
Now and here won't fade this time 

G                      Bm        A        
Drove up to Beacon Hill for the first time tonight 
G 
It's us against our will, 
Bm         A 
With Neil Young and Catholic guilt 
G                          Bm         A 
So we're both a little gone, and the scenery's getting hazy 
G                        Bm       A 
The view goes on and on, to sad bastard songs 

        D                A  Bm                     A 
We're breaking the windows so we can feel the cold 
    D                A  Bm                  A 
Computers and candles lighting what we know  
            G 
We're doing fine 
Bm                 A         Bm 
Now and here won't fade this time 

        A                 G 
At the starting line of last year 
Em    
Grinning like a fool 
Bm       A                 G 
Can you tell how much the road veers 
        Em 
Can you own it, if it owns you? 

        D                A  Bm                     A 
We're breaking the windows so we can feel the cold 
    D                A  Bm                  A 
Computers and candles lighting what we know  
            G 
We're doing fine 
Bm                  A 
Now and here won't fade this 
D              A    Bm                      
Time, I promise that we won't sell the store 
A             D               A        Bm  
Yeah, there's wintery weather, but I'll never leave New York 
            A    G 
But we're doin' fine 
Bm                  A         D 
Now and here won't fade this time.