Intro: Dbm E B A
 
Dbm
The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form
E
Adorned with patches of places you've been
   B
Is nothing on my khaki coat I got
        A
From a roadside when I was sixteen
 
 
   Dbm
My boots are from airports
 
My backpack's from friends
     E
I'm not a man of substance, and so I'll pretend
         B
To be a wanderer, wondering
                 A
Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins
 
 
    Dbm
The roads are my home, horizon's my target
   E
If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it
B
Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it
A
Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on
 
 
     Dbm
It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna
  E
A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face
     B
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready
         A
And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead
 
 
-single strums-
Dbm
The distance is futile
B
Come on, don't be hasty
        Abm                              A
You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones
        Dbm
I'll be gone then, for when you must be alone
 
Outro: Dbm E B A