You Get Older

Em Em Em He left the morning after, panicked and confused Am B The night, it was a blur but his knuckles, they were bruised Em G C The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the storm Em B7 Em A pack of smokes, a lighter that he stole out of her drawer G Em Oh, you get colder Am B7 Em You get old-er every day Em Em Em In the in back of El Ranchero, collecting all the scraps Am B A coaster with a number and a dented baseball bat Em G C He dialed unfamiliar digits, maybe deep into Durango Em B7 Em There's a city made of tin cans and another made of gold G Em Oh, you get colder Am B7 Em You get old-er every day Solo - same as verse Em . . . Am . B . Em . G C Em B Em . Em Em They're searching high and low for a place to call home Am B7 From Tecate to Bisbee, Tucson to Jerome Em G C The whippoorwills awaken as he loathes another flaw Em B7 Em No family of his own, just the ones that he forgot G Em Oh, you get colder Am B7 Em You get old-er every day G Em Oh, you get colder Am B7 Em You get old-er every day Em