The Song Is Still Slipping Away

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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 
(SINGLE STRUM LAST VERSE/ 2 LINES)