After Hours

[Verso 1]
 
           G 
There are billboards in Heaven 
    C    G         Em   D      C 
And 7-Elevens, and 24-hour arcade bars 
        C                           G            Em 
A lazy river that runs between the suburbs and slums 
      D                        C 
And speed limits enforced by radar 


[Verso 2]

    G                   C         G 
I live by myself in a duplex for now 
         Em         D           C 
With a pretty good view of the pyramids 
     C 
At night I take the train home 
G             Em 
Sinking to new lows 
      D                      C 
And picture you practicing pirouettes 

| G   | C G | Em D | C   | 


[Verso 3]

    G                   C            G 
I miss our adventures, East Village winters 
  Em         D            C 
Acting out True West by lamplight 
               C               G           Em 
You look like After Hours-era Catherine O'Hara 
          D                  C 
You were really on one that night 


[Verso 4]

G                        C            G 
St. Simons island, your eyes cutting diamonds 
       Em       D            C 
The water was clear, almost too clear 
      C                       G          Em 
And embarrassed in Paris to fuck on the terrace 
      D                              C 
Who cares? You said, "They do have rules here." 

| G   | C G | Em D | C   | 


[Verso 5]

            G                  C       G 
There's a Diet Coke fountain, no good Italian 
          Em          D          C 
There's free shuffleboard in the main hall 
     C                          G            Em 
Big budget productions of the lives of your loved ones 
      D                    C 
The good stuff's behind a paywall 


[Verso 6]

             G 
Don't know where you been lately 
        C                 G 
Cause I don't watch the dailies 
        Em         D          C 
But I imagine you back up in Lake Hill 
   C 
Taking down wind chimes 
G                 Em 
Running through stop signs 
    D                    C 
To pick up Clementine's pain pills 



[Verso 7]

     G                           C             G 
The last talk we had I know you weren't really mad 
         Em          D            C 
But it sticks in my head for some reason 
        C                    G         Em 
It's crazy I know, I've got nowhere to go 
     D                  C 
But up here, I wear my seat belt 

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