Tom: G
G
And we drink and get older
C
And some of us even try to get sober
G
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
D
Well, city kids, you get what you ask for
[Bridge]
G
And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me
C
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
G
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
D
Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece
[Hook]
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[Verse 1]
G
Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
C
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
G
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why
D
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
G
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
C
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
G
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
D
Memory's a collage pasted to the glue that barely sticks
G
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
C
Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels
G
Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels
D
Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
G
To be young again, I guess it's relative
C
The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin
G
I fantasize about a second win Grow a moustache,
D
pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
[hook]
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[Verse 2]
G
So here's to the nights, dancing with the band
C
Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand
G
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
D
You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back
G
And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't
C
I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it
G
So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
D
Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit
G
Come and hold onto these nights
C
Trying to find our way home by the street light
G
Over time you figure out this is me, right
D
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M
[hook]
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
