Bright Eyes – Four Winds (Guitar)

      Em                                          C 
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe

         G                             Am
There's people always dying trying to keep 'em alive

        G                        Am
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight

        C
In an abandoned building where

    Em                          C
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl

      G                                Am
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl

       G                            Am
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world

          C
Four winds blowing through her hair

                Am      D                 Am    D
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon

          C       G                  C           G
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed

     Am
She caves

     Em                                   C
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran is mute

        G                                 Am
If you burned 'em all together you'd get close to the truth still

         G                          Am
They're pouring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons

             C
While shadows lengthen in the sun

           Em                            C
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times

     G                               Am
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds

       G                             Am
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines

           C
Four winds, cry until it comes

              Am     D
And it's the sum of man

                  Am     D
Slouching towards Bethlehem

              C       G                 C      G
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space

    Am         D
It breaks, it breaks, (it breaks)

              Em                          C
Well, I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet

        G                        Am
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps

        G                      Am
All the way to Cassadega to commune with the dead

                 C
They said, "You'd better look alive"

           Em                        C
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps

        G                               Am
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east

   G                    Am
I buried my ballast, I made my peace

               C
With four winds, levelling the pines

                Am      D                 Am   D
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon

          C      G                   C     G
She just can't remain with all that outer space

     Am           D          Am         D
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves