Source Decay Cifras

[Intro]
E  E  Esus4  E  Esus4
 
[Verse 1]
       E
Once a week I make the drive
F#5                         A                   E
 two hours east to check the Austin post office box.
           E              F#5
I take the detour through our old neighborhood,
           A                       B
see all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks,
      A                      B
and I park in an alley and I read through the postcards
            E        A
that you continue to send:
         F#5                       A
where as indirectly as you can you ask what I remember.
            E                        B
I like these torture devices from my old best friend.
          C#m
Well I'll tell you what I know
       F#
like I swore I always would -
A                          B
  I don't think it's gonna do you any good:
 
[Chorus]
    E          A            E            A       B      A        E
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.
 
[Interlude]
A E A E (x3)
 
[Verse 2]
  E
I always get a late start,
         F#5
when the sun's going down
        A
and the traffic's thinning out
        E
and the glare is hard to take. I wish the
E                         F#5
 West Texas highway was a Möbius strip -
        A                           B
I could ride it out forever. When I feel my heart break,
         A                                 B
I almost swear I hear it happen, it's that clear and that hard.
  E                             A
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard.
  C#m
I fall out of the car
       F#
like a hostage from a plane,
A
think of you a while and
      B
start wishing it would rain.
 
[Chorus]
    E          A            E            A       B      A        E
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.
 
[Interlude]
A E A E (x3)
Esus4 E Esus4 E
 
[Verse 3]
  E
I come into the house,
    F#5
put on a pot of coffee,
A                            E
  walk the floors a little while.
  E                                F#5
I set the postcard on a table with all the others like it,
A                           B
  start sorting through the pile.
             A
I check the pictures and the postmarks
        B
and the captions and the stamps
    E                       A
for signs of any pattern at all.
       F#5                               A
When I come up empty-handed, the feeling almost overwhelms me.
E                   B
  I let a few of my defenses fall
      C#m                               F#
and I smile a bitter smile - it's not a pretty thing to see -
        A                                 B
I think about a railroad platform back in 1983
 
[Chorus]
    E          A            E            A       B      A        E
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.
 
[Interlude]
A E A E (x3)
E
A  E  A  E  A  E
X