San Francisco

N.C. G I flew to California thinking I'd found home C But I was running away from it G Thirty-thousand feet and seven-thousand miles C Am7 I've learned the hard way it doesn't change a thing D G Didn't know that ghosts they follow D Em7 Bm7 Am7 They live in places inside that's hollow D They'll fill you up and say G D Em7 Bm7 What does it look like from halfway down? Am7 C D Would a breath feel easier if it stopped making sounds? G D Em7 Bm7 Wouldn't it be great to have to never ask why? Am7 D G 'Cause right now San Francisco seems like the perfect place to die G I walked for hours from Post down to the bay C Maybe the sky might clear my mind, right? G Among the fleet of lovers and dreamers of ballet C I thought I'd find hope, but no D G Didn't know that ghosts they follow D Em7 Bm7 Am7 They live in every moment borrowed D They take the time to say G D Em7 Bm7 What does it look like from halfway down? Am7 C D Would a breath feel easier if it stopped making sounds? G D Em7 Bm7 Wouldn't it be great to have to never ask why? Am7 D Am7 Cause right now San Francisco seems like the perfect place to die D Am7 I'm on the edge of this D Am7 I'm on the precipice of knowing what it'd feel like Em7 D G Am7 Is it as painless and as fast as what they say? G I flew to California thinking I'd found home C But I was running away from it