3/4 time
[Strophe]
    C              G           C 
If you walk away, I'll walk away 
        C           G               C 
First tell me which road you will take 
   Am           G              C             Am 
I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day 
    C                  G              C 
So you walk that way, I'll walk this way
[Strophe]
        C            G        C 
And the future hangs over our heads 
        C              G           C 
And it moves with each current event 
         Am           G            C            Am 
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain 
          C            G             C 
Just stay in when it's looking this way
[Strophe]
          C            G          C 
And the moon's laying low in the sky 
         C          G         C 
Forcing everything metal to shine 
        Am              G                  C            Am 
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case 
           C                G             C 
They argue walk this way, no, walk this way
[Strophe]
      C         G          C 
And Laura's asleep in my bed 
        C           G            C 
As I'm leaving she wakes up and says 
                    Am        G         C            Am 
"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave 
      C            G      C 
Baby don't go away, come here"
[Strophe]
             C            G             C 
And there's kids playing guns in the street 
         C               G           C 
And ones pointing his tree branch at me 
     Am           G         C             Am 
So I put my hands up I say "enough is enough, 
    C            G             C 
If you walk away, I'll walk away" 
 
And he shot me dead
[Interlude]
C7 
  
Am          G      C 
  I found a liquid cure 
Am         G          C 
  From my landlocked blues 
        F     G         C       Am 
It'll pass away like a slow parade 
       C             G              C 
It's leaving but I don't know how soon 
[Solo]
|C |G |C |C |C |G |C |C |Am |G |C |Am |C |G |C |C
[Strophe]
           C            G       C 
And the world's got me dizzy again 
                C     G          C 
You think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin 
       Am         G            C             Am 
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place 
               C               G          C 
So I'm always pacing around or walking away
[Strophe]
        C            G           C 
I keep drinking the ink from my pen 
        C          G                C 
And I'm balancing history books up on my head 
       Am        G            C        Am 
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase 
       C               G          C 
If you love something, give it away
[Strophe]
       C           G          C 
A good woman will pick you apart 
      C            G               C 
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart 
        Am        G              C         Am 
But you may be offended and you may be afraid 
     C              G              C 
But don't walk away, don't walk away
[Strophe]
        C           G             C 
We made love on the living room floor 
          C            G              C 
With the noise in the background of a televised war 
           Am        G                    C              Am 
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say 
    C             G                C 
"If we walk away, they'll walk away"
[Strophe]
     C          G          C 
But greed is a bottomless pit 
        C           G                C 
And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss 
        Am               G             C          Am 
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display 
          C                G          C 
If you're still free start running away 
 
Cause we're coming for you!
[Instrumentale]
|C |G |C |C |C |G |C |C |Am |G |C |Am |C |G |C |C
[Strophe]
           C        G               C 
I've grown tired of holding this pose 
        C          G              C 
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home 
       Am       G             C         Am 
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame 
        C                G       C 
Saying "let me walk away, please"
[Strophe]
          C          G             C 
You'll be free child once you have died 
          C           G                C 
From the shackles of language and immeasurable time 
              Am         G          C         Am 
And then we can trade places, play musical grace 
           C        G        C 
Till then walk away, walk away
[Outro]
C7 
  
Am        G      C 
   So I'm up at dawn 
Am         G      C 
   Putting on my shoes 
        F      G       C        Am 
I just want to make a clean escape 
     C            G                C 
I'm leaving but I don't know where to 
           C             G                C 
I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to