Tourist Trap taby ukulele według Bright Eyes

Verse:
  
G                                         Em 
It's not the road we used to know,
Em
they tore some buildings down,
D                              G 
traffics like a pack of dogs,

G                                          Em
there's fewer trees, windowsleeves,
Em
concrete on the lawn,
            D                                    G
there's people here but you are gone.

Pre:
            Em                                   Bm
And i'm fine still swimmin through time,
Am              D                               G
afraid some days i've reached the shore,
 Em                                                  Bm
make yourself free, man said that to me,
Am                    D                  G
now my heart is like an open door.


Chorus:
                    Am      D           G
and the road finally gave me back,
        Em     E            Am
but i dont think i'll unpack,
                                   D                   G
cause i'm not sure if i'd live here anymore.


Verse:
it's not my way that makes me faint
but the sugar in my blood
but the ways these strangers so close (cold?)
they say my name, the guessing game,
well is that really you,
well i dont think it ever was.

Pre:
in the spring, when the worlds turnin green,
i only think about the fall,
and the frets on the board,
a progression of chords,
oh how i want this to resolve,

Chorus:
and the road finally gave me back,
but i don't think i'll unpack,
'cause i'm not sure if i live here anymore.
now the road finally gave me back,
but i don't think i'll unpack,
'cause i'm not sure if i live here no i
i'm not sure if i live here anymore
i'm not sure if i live here anymore