In Corolla

E D A the day I turned my back on all you people E D A I felt an itching in my thumbs. C#m E7 F#m B7 salt air like a broadcast from the distant, dark beyond A D A Bbmaj7/A A when my transformation comes. I went down to the warm, warm water saw a pelican fly past waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me I went wading through the grass. Bm Bbmaj7 Amaj7 and no one was gonna come and get me. Bm Bbmaj7 Amaj7 there wasn't anybody gonna know. F#m D C#7 F#m even though I leave a trail of burnt things in my wake A D A Bbmaj7/A A every single place I go. and it was cool, and it was quiet in the humid marsh down there. i let my head sink down beneath the brackish water, felt it gumming up my hair. the sun was sinking into the atlantic the last time that I turned my back on you. I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under it was the best that I could do. and I said, "let them all fare better than your servant", the reeds all pricking at my skin.