Bright Eyes -- Classic Cars

I saw him play this on TV.
Capo at 2nd fret

intro:  x4

             
She was a real

              
 royal lady, t

     
rue patron of 

the arts
            
Said the best 

              
country singer

              
s die in the b

            
ack of classic

     
 cars
             
So if I ever g

              
ot too hungry 

       
for a suitcase

 or guitar
             
To think of th

            
em all alone i

      
n the dark
             
So I laid some

              
 nights beside

           
 her in a bed 

made for a que

en
            
She said I kis

              
sed her differ

              
ent, that all 

            
the men her ag

       
e were mean
             
Gave me anythi

              
ng I wanted, O

      
h the generosi

ty
             
I took all tha

            
t I could, it 

     
was free
             
Now the sky is

              
 a torn up den

             
im and the clo

uds just splat

tered paint
            
It’s a room I’

              
m renovating; 

            
it’s a name I 

       
gotta change
             
If I get out o

              
f California I

          
’m going back 

to my home sta

te
             
To tell them a

            
ll that I made

   
 a mistake


And I keep loo

king for that 

blindfold fait

h

Lighting candl

es to a cynica

l saint
             
Who wants the 

              
last laugh at 

            
the fly trappe

            
d in the windo

      
wsill tape

You can go rig

ht out of your

 mind trying t

o escape
             
From the panic

            
ked paradox of

           
 day to day
              
If you can’t u

             
nderstand some

              
thing then it’

            
s best to be a

     
fraid

             
The whole worl

              
d it loves you

              
 if you’re a c


hic chameleon
            
Intersecting c

              
ircles she cou

              
ld hang with a

      
nyone
             
But when condu

              
cting business

          
 she would lie

 about where s

he’s from
             
Saying, "Life 

            
is how it is n

         
ot how it was"
             
I learned to l

              
isten felt lik

          
e I was back a

t school
            
She’d talk for

              
ever about the

              
 phases of the

          
 moon
             
Saying, "Every

              
thing is a cyc

      
le, you’ve got

 to let it com

e to you
             
And when it do

            
es, you will k

    
now what to do

"
             
Without even k

              
nowing I guess

           
 I took up her

 advice
            
Painted her fr

              
ont door it se

            
emed a suitabl

       
e goodbye
             
It’s not that 

              
often but I th


ink of her som

etimes
              
Just something

           
 quaint, a cou

      
ple ships in t

he night


And they keep 

moving at a gl

acial pace

Turning circle

s in a memory 

maze
             
I made a new c

              
ast of the dea

            
th mask that’s

            
 gonna cover m

    
y face

I had to chang

e the combinat

ion to the saf

e
             
Hide it all be

            
hind a wall le

            
t people wait
            
And never trus

              
t a heart that

              
 is so bent it

              
 can’t break