F#m Moves like a fist through traffic Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump But you feel it in the... F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m In the creases and the shadows F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m With a rattling deep emo-tion F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m The cool, cool riv-er F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m Sweeps the wild, white ocean F#m11 Yes Boss. The government handshake Yes Boss. The crusher of language Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater, The face at the edge of the banquet F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m The cool, the cool riv-er F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m The cool, the cool riv-er F#m11 Eadd9add11/B F#m/A I believe in the future D/A A D/A A Eadd9add11/B I may live in my car F#m/A My radio tuned to D/A A D/A A Eadd9add11/B The voice of a star Song dogs barking at the break of dawn F#m/A D/A A D/A A Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm Eadd9add11/B And these old hopes and fears F#m/A D/A A D/A A F#m Still at my side F#m Anger and no one can heal it Slides through the metal detector Lives like a mole in a motel A slide in a slide projector F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m The cool, cool riv-er F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m Sweeps the wild, white ocean F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m The rage, the rage of love turns inward F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m To prayers of devotion F#m And these prayers are The constant road across the wilderness These prayers are F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m These prayers are the memory of God F#m G#m A G#m F#m G#m A G#m F#m The memory of God Eadd9add11/B F#m/A And I believe in the future D/A A D/A A We shall suffer no more Eadd9add11/B F#m/A Maybe not in my lifetime D/A A D/A A Eadd9add11/B But in yours I feel sure Song dogs barking at the break of dawn F#m/A D/A A D/A A Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm Eadd9add11/B D And these streets A Quiet as a sleeping army E7/G# A D/A Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven E/B A For the mother's restless son D/A Who is a witness to, who is a warrior E/B A Who denies his urge to break and run Who says: Hard times? I'm used to them D/A The speeding planet burns I'm used to that E/B A My life's so common it disappears D/A And sometimes even music E/B A Cannot substitute for tears Repeat and fade: F#m11Back to document index