Intro: C Fmaj7 Dm7

Verse 1:
C                                         Fmaj7
Richie and Austen are often along for the ride
     Dm7                                            Fmaj7
They don't say a lot, but they know every inch of this drive
         C                                               Fmaj7
If these trees started talkin', I bet you they'd only talk xxxx
          Dm7                                       Fmaj7
'Cause we never do anythin' real, we just talk about it
C                                         Fmaj7
Endin' of August, the bugs are just startin' to die
        Dm7                                  Fmaj7
All the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every time
      C                                               Fmaj7
And I thought gettin' older meant knowin' it's too late to try
      Dm7                                          Fmaj7
And I tried gettin' sober, I swear I did better this time

Pre-chorus:
C    Fmaj7
Ooh, hm
Dm7  Fmaj7
Ooh, hm
C    Fmaj7
Ooh, hm
Dm7  Fmaj7
Ooh, hm

Chorus:
    C
Oh, everythin' you see out here will die
Fmaj7
Oh, it's a matter of time
          Dm7
'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights
          Fmaj7
'Til it's our town, mm

Verse 2:
C                              Fmaj7
And anythin' you need, I will provide

A ride home or an alibi
          Dm7
I know the traffic light you can speed right by
           Fmaj7
'Cause the camera's down
      Am7
And I follow New York plates to the county line
  G
I ignore 'em when they wave on 89
    Fmaj7
The minute that September hits
    Dm7
I'm goin' off my medicine, oh
C
Late August angst and a pointless night
Fmaj7                         Dm7
Oh, and the feelin' of bein' alive
                        Fmaj7
For the first time in a long time

Instrumental: Cmaj7 Fmaj7 Dm7

Bridge:
            C
Oh, we're a drawin' of a place, we're a photo on the fridge
           Fmaj7
They mined copper for years, oh, there was nothin' left to dig
       Dm7
It's a place where most kids, just grow up and have kids
         Fmaj7
Who grow up and have kids, who build homes for the rich, oh

Chorus:
    C
Oh, everythin' you see out here will die
Fmaj7
Oh, it's a matter of time
          Dm7
'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights
          Fmaj7
'Til it's our town

Post-chorus:
          C
'Til it's our town
          Fmaj7
'Til it's our town
         Dm7
And it's our town
            Fmaj7
'Cause it's ours now

Outro:
(nc)
A long shadow
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