A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
E I'm riding in the backseat,
A D nine years old, _
A E staring out the window,
A counting the
D highway poles.
A And then
E I get to thinking
A that it
D don't seem real.
I'm
A flying through the universe in a 69 Oldsmobile.
And I wanna know what they're not telling.
_ _ _ But I don't wanna hear no lies.
I _ just want something to believe _ in.
E And I, _ .
_
F#m _
D _ _ it's a
A lonely, lonely
E road.
I'm on
D the
E side of
A paradise.
_ _ _ _
D _ _ .
_
A _ _ _ _ _
D _ _ .
_
A I'm riding in the backseat, black limousine, _ staring out the window, at a funeral scene.
And I get to thinking that it don't seem right.
D I'm sitting here, sleeping sound, and someone I
A love is gone tonight.
I wanna know what they're not
D telling.
_ .
_
A I don't wanna hear no
D lies.
_ .
_
A I just want something to believe
D _ .
in.
E And I, _
F#m _ _
D _ _ .
it's a lonely,
A lonely
E road.
We're on
D E the side of
A paradise.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ There ain't no crystal ball.
There ain't no Santa Claus.
There ain't no fairy tales.
There ain't no streets of gold.
D There ain't
A no chosen few.
Yeah, it's just me and you.
That's all we got, yeah.
E That's all we got to
A hold on to.
_
D _ _ We're
A on the side of paradise.
_
D _ _ _ _ _
A _ _ .
_ _ _
D _ _ _
A _ _ .
_ _ _ I remember being a boy in the backseat, nine years old.
Always asking questions, never did what I was told.
Then I get to thinking, _
D like I always do.
We wander around
A in the darkness, but every now and then, a little light shines through.
I wanna know what they're not telling.
D _
A _ I don't wanna hear no
D lies.
I _
A just want something to
D believe in.
E And
B I, _
A _ _
D _
E oh, _ _
A it's _
D _ a lonely, lonely
E road.
We're on
A the side
E of _
A paradise.
_ _ _
D _ _ .
_
A _ _ _ _ _
D _ .
Side of
A paradise.
_ _ _
D _ .
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ Yeah,
E yeah, yeah.
A _ _ _ _ _
D _ _ _
A _ _
E _ _
A _ _
D _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .