Misc Originals – Cooper Benaiah - Ghosts In The Wire (Guitar)

Capo 3
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[Verse]
Am                       F
Robert stood at the crossroad, guitar in hand

C                        G
Traded soul for a song in a sunken land

Am                      F
They say the devil deals in thin air trades

C                        G
And leaves the ink to dry where the promise fades

Am                      F
Hendrix kissed the sky ‘til his lungs gave out

C                       G
Cobain played God when the lights went out

Am                      F
And I’m here with a pawnshop dream

C                       G
Notebook full of names that still haunt me

F                Am
I’m chasing ghosts in the wire

C                G
In the strings, in the choir

F                Am
In the names they left behind

C             G
Etched in verses in my mind

F               Am
I don’t know what I’m tryin’ to find

C             G
But it hums in every line

F                Am
Like a prayer, like a spark, like a fire

C                 G
I’m chasing ghosts in the wire

Am                         F
Sheeran wrote his castle on a hill so high

C                       G
While Taylor sang love songs to a blood-red sky

Am                           F
B.B. bent notes ‘til the strings would cry

C                           G
And I’m sitting here wondering if I’ll even try

Am                         F
Buddy Guy wore the blues like a badge of sin

C                     G
While Clapton chased shadows of what could’ve been

Am                      F
Mayer runs through heartbreak towns at night

C                       G
I write songs for ghosts in neon light

F                Am
I’m chasing ghosts in the wire

C                G
In the strings, in the choir

F                Am
In the names they left behind

C             G
Etched in verses in my mind

F               Am
I don’t know what I’m tryin’ to find

C             G
But it hums in every line

F                Am
Like a prayer, like a spark, like a fire

C                 G
I’m chasing ghosts in the wire

Am                      F
Joplin sang with a tear in every sound

C                      G
Bowie wore space like a thorny crown

Am                          F
And Cohen told us the cracks let the light pour in

C                        G
But I’m still patching holes I can’t begin

Am                          F
Post Malone sings softly over AutoTune pain

C                          G
Hozier takes us to church in the pouring rain

Am                      F
Phoebe sings like she’s barely alive

C                      G
And Swift turned her scars into twenty-five

F                       Am
I could name a thousand names

C                  G
Who lit fires then left the flames

F                    Am
But none of ‘em carried my name

C                  G
I’m a ghost chasing echoes for fame

F                      Am
Robert sold his soul, but he bought a tune

C                          G
I sold my sleep for the ghost of a room

F                     Am
Where Dylan’s voice on a vinyl spin

C                        G
Tells me kid, you lose more than you win

Am                        F
From the Delta blues to a hip-hop beat

C                          G
To a motel rhyme on a Nashville street

Am                         F
Legends fall and we steal their words

C                          G
Mix ‘em with our lies until truth blurs

Am                          F
A TikTok kid with a bedroom mic

C                          G
Sings a song that cuts me like a knife

Am                         F
And I wonder if that kid’s like me

C                          G
Haunted by a hundred old melodies

F                Am
I’m chasing ghosts in the wire

C                G
In the strings, in the choir

F                Am
In the names they left behind

C             G
Etched in verses in my mind

F               Am
I don’t know what I’m tryin’ to find

C             G
But it hums in every line

F                Am
Like a prayer, like a spark, like a fire

C                 G
I’m chasing ghosts in the wire

Am                     F
Maybe one day they’ll sing my name

C                      G
Carved in a song like a pocket flame

Am                      F
But for now I’m here with my ghosts and strings

C                     G
Chasing echoes of other things

F            Am
And it feels alright

C             G
Yeah it feels like mine

F              Am
Even if it ain’t this time