A
What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
A
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
F#m E D A
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
A E A
It came before and Im still looking for that now
A
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
A
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
F#m E D
A
And all the tour guide could say was, "take your pictures folks, it's late.
A E A
Try your best to remember what was done."
D
Don't look so forlorn
A
Don't look so scared
D
Don't look so upset
A
This world was never fair
E D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
E
There are hundreds of ways
D
Now you just find one
A
A
I used to think time was of the essence
A
Now I just wish I could get some sleep
F#m E D A
All these strange parades of sands the city makes when I lie down
A E A
Little explosions that set fire to my dreams
A
Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor
A
I guess I can see it from the side
F#m E D A
Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be
A D A
I hope I am forgotten when I die
D
Don't contradict me
A
Don't make me cross the line
D
If you feel threatened
A
its only cause I might
E D
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
E D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
E
Yes There are hundreds of ways
D
so you best find one
A
E D
All my heroes they're all talk
E
running in circles
D
Some stopwatch some chaos
E
Love was the message
D
Full stop
F#m E D
We ramble on and on
F#m E D
We ramble on and on
A
I stole all the rhinestones outta of Carolina
A
Sold them out in bakersfield for cash
F#m E D A
The band shell got a band sound like an arcade in Japan
A E A
Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back
A
And now any sucker can turn boredom in to violence
A
a sociopath riding on a bus
F#m E D A
his irises are black from his novelty contacts
A E A
he looks around but he cant see the rest of us
D A
In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light
D
yah its getting dark bro
A
but I've always loved the night
E D
But there are hundreds of ways to get through the day
E D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
E D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
E D
There are hundreds of ways to get through the day
(You can play this chord to mimic the horns here F#m(9th fret barchord))
E E E E ^
E
There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways to get though the day
D
Just find one