The Song Is Still Slipping Away

E B7 A E With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar E B7 A E In the back of some bus on the road E B7 A E I'm living the high life with nothing to show E B7 E But a love that's letting me go A B7 E Your heroes turn out to be assholes A E B7 And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train A B7 E A The singer's in key the guitars in tune E B7 E But the song is still slipping away E B7 A E The lights of the city paint a stage in the night E B7 For two hearts breaking in time E B7 A E Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind E B7 E And a hunger left burning inside A B7 E Your heroes turn out to be assholes A E B7 And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train A B7 E A The singer's in key the guitars in tune E B7 E But the song is still slipping away A B7 E And slowly nothing else matters A E B7 As the white and the black become grey