On The Drift Out Of Gas

Tom : Em
Em Am
I'm out of gas; I'm on the drift;
D Em
Engine ain't turnin'; and each breath's a gift.
Em Am
Now when I die, I'll die alone;
Am D Em
If I could reach that button, I'd call you home.
Em Am D Em
When I reach that button, I'll call you home.
Em Am
The candles burned, on the birthday cake,
D Em
We joked and laughed, not a thing at stake;
Em Am
One long deep breath, one wish to claim,
Am D Em
Then the air we were laughin', went up in flame.
Em Am D Em
Then the air we were laughin', went up in flame.
I met a man, in a brown leather coat,
He thought one bullet, could buy my boat,
But there ain't a man, under any sun,
Who can take my boat, when I've got my gun.
Who can take my boat, when I've got my gun.
CHORUS
MANC A BDA K
Now, all I needed, was a nothing part,
An old catalyzer, to make the engine start.
Now I've got heat, and I've got air,
And I've got blood, but not enough to spare.
And I've got blood, but not enough to spare.
CHORUS
BASS GUITAR BDA K
My journey's long, and I'm far from port,
Space is cold, my breath is short,
Serenity Valley, is where I'll lie,
Some things stay with you, 'till the day you die.
Some things stay with you, 'till the day you die.
Some things stay with you, 'till the day you die.