Tom: Am

A
Hair blowing in the hot wind,
Time hanging from a clothespin
There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna
    E
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[Verse 2]
                            A
I smell the leather of your new car
Drive through the desert after nightfall
                                G         C           A  
Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves

[Verse 3]
A  
The kind of love that makes my back hurt 
Wearing nothing but a t-shirt 
                                            E
She's turning over on a mattress made of air 
                        A
I close my eyes I see a staircase 
Leading upwards into blank space 
                        G         C     A
All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear 

[Chorus]
E             G
So I remain between her legs 
    A                      E
Sheltered from all my fears 
      G               A
While bikers glide by highway shrines 
      C        G    A
Where pilgrims disappear 

[Verse 4]
A
I know that trouble's been your good friend 
Kept you company on the weekends 
                                             E
Kept you company even once your mind was made 
                        A
Said it's over and it's finished 
Now a headache is all you're left with 
                         G         C          A
We're no different I got debts I'd like to pay 
 
[Verse 5]
A
We should move to Sausalito 
Living's easy on a house boat 
                                          E
Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep 
                        A
In the morning with the sunrise 
Look in the water see the blue sky 
                      G          C          A
As if heaven has been laid there at our feet 

[Chorus]
E             G
So we remain between these waves
    A                      E
Sheltered for all our years
      G               A
While bikers glide by highway shrines
      C        G    A
Where pilgrims disappear
      C          G
Where time takes icebergs
      C           G
Where fields burn westward
      C        G     A
Where pilgrims disappear