I'm sailin' away to a place I'm afraid of
The dawn isn't here, the sun hasn't rose
I'm drinkin' my days with a coastal on Shoreman
They got to make and children back home
The last that I heard you were down in New Orleans
You were workin' your days at The Print
I'll drink 'til I drown and [Bm]I'll smoke 'til I'm burnin'
Your hands are all [Em]over my [A]scent
I worry for [Dm7]you, you [A7worry for [Dm7]me
And it's fine if we know we won't change
I collect every dream in these old empty pockets
In hope that you'll see 'em [A]someday
But the wreckage of you, I no longer ɾeside in
And the bridges of auction's been burned
And the ash of the home that I started the fire in
It starts to [C7]ɾeturn to [C7]the Earth
Well, I'm leavin' this town and [Bm]I'm changin' my [A]address
I know that you'll come if you [A7want
And it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up as
Sure knows how to [C7]hunt, yeah, she kows how to [C7]hunt
It's an ode to [C7]the hole that I found myself stuck in
It's a song [Am]the graves that I dug
There's a murder of crows in the low light of Boston
And I see your face in each one
Well, I'm hearin' my [A]life in the tiniest objects
I'm seein' my [A]life on [C7]a screen
I'm hearin' your voice in a new foreign language
If only I learned how to [C7]speak
But the wreckage of you, I no longer ɾeside in
And the bridges of auction's been burned
And the ash of the home that I started the fire in
It starts to [C7]ɾeturn to [C7]the Earth
Well, I'm leavin' this town and [Bm]I'm changin' my [A]address
I know that you'll come if you [A7want
And it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up as
Sure knows how to [C7]hunt, yeah, she kows how to [C7]hunt
