Gods Of The Great Lakes

You did the math and followed its path
But now there's nothing turning up golden
The alchemists have all grown old

On those days when you lose everything
You just have to settle your loses
I sacrificed my bike
To the gods of the great lakes
The harbor was [Am7]dark, a cloud muffled spark
And omen from the place you [A7are
Going to [C7]see the second coming

All your talk has soured, friend
Now that your words have all [Em]gone wanting

I wouldn't open that door
Where the wolves of the hour are prowling
Hold it in tight, your faint little light

And the wolves they will hide in their corner

You won't see them [A]
You won't hear them [A]
But they will still be [Am]listening