Verse 
F#      E       F#        Bm 
Rotary Park is safe after dark 
               E 
Neighbors off porches 
     F#            Bm 
The playground is stark 
G               A          F# 
Wine stain'd a vacant old basketball court 
G           A          C#m 
Dwellings surround a municipal fort 

E                           F#          Bm 
Don’t mind the stories of triumphs and glories 
       E                     F#m 
Rotary Park is the jam after dark 


[Refrão]
Chorus 
C 
Be 
A          D 
Leave and decide 
Bm           G 
Stay and be blind 
A         F#                         E 
Easy to claim when you’ve places to find 
A          D 
We nearly died 
Bm       G 
Be that inside 
A             E           Bb 
grinding the gears of all tides 

Verse 
E                  D          Bm 
Rotary Park is at peace after dark 
          E 
Chief Pontiac 
            D           Bm 
stamped his name on the mark 


[Refrão]
Chorus 

G        A        D 
Mystery buried in flat dominos 
(Be, leave and decide, stay and be blind) 
G          A            F#      Bm 
Twilight attuned to a creeping repose 
(Easy to claim when you’ve places to find) 

Verse 
                G 
Don’t mind the lion 
      A          G 
hid dreaming of Zion 
Bm              D            C 
Rotary Park is ablaze after dark 
       Fm       G           C 
Rotary Park is swell after dark 
         Fm 
coveting woes 
      C 
in bureaucracy throes 


[Refrão]
Chorus 
Fm          Bb           Eb           C 
Trials by pairings with blood on the psyche 
(Be, leave and decide, stay and be blind) 
Ab        Bb           G           A 
Victory airings not sponsored by Nike® 
(Easy to claim when you’ve places to find) 
Ab        G          Eb 
Purple potato-faced comrade ascends 
(We nearly died, be that inside) 
           Bb        Fm       Bm 
Vultures encircle abandoned amends 
(Grinding the gears of all tides) 

Verse 
     C 
This morning I woke 
        Fm            C 
from a nightmare and fell out of bed 
C 
and Lo! 
     F#        C                       Fm   E C 
The ghost of a man ages thought to be dead 
  Fm           C        Fm            Bb     C 
A smile and a ribbon he wore with a dutiful pose 
C 
A wink 
C                                        Fm 
A prick from the thorn of that beautiful rose 

A               F# 
Rotary Park is aghast before dusk 
       G             A 
don’t mind the four savage 
        Bm        E 
young horsemen of musk