D* - 000233 F* - 055433 Intro : C C G You were up to your necklace in drunk friends and wreckage C when the New Year G Stepped out of the past through the rose colored glass C and dropped you off here F C F With a broken kazoo, a faded marijuana tattoo, and confetti in your hair F* C Now you're Jesus' age, \but you've only been betrayed by the calendar G Your mother remarried after your father was buried C in this sailor's suit G Now she sells real estate, he floats in his grave, C and neither has much to say to you F So you follow a cloud C to a Betsy Ross shroud and see the wind try to rip it in two F* But it don't make you feel any better when you're under the weather C and it's hanging over you F It's fading, It's fading C F So what are you going to do now? F* All America asked was for you to mow the grass, F But you're thinking of throwing in the towel C F D* Roll on, Roll on, Roll on C G Mystery is bandaged with routine, Plaster-of-Paris, C and mosquito net G While paint thinner blades C strip the windshield of salt cake and sunset F Someone once said the humble would stumbled C F onto something long forgotten and ravaged, F* But your dreams soak the pillow C just as a thimble of rain feeds the cactus G So drain your bruises, cut your scapegoats loose C and confess ignorance G Pull a metaphor out of a river C or a door and add your fingerprints F You could always go west just like the rest C F and bury your head into the hot sand F* Or you could dust your broom C and dissolve the moon on your eyelids F It's fading, It's fading C F So what are you going to do now? F* All America asked was for you to mow the grass, F But you're thinking of throwing in the towel C F D* Roll on, Roll on, Roll on Enjoy.