Parquet Courts – Walking At A Downtown Pace (Guitar)

F#                                    D      B
I'm making plans for the day all of this is through

 B                                        A
Seeing my path and hearing the song I'll sing

 F#                                    D                B
And food that I'll taste and all the drinks that I'll consume

 B                                    A
Return the smile on an unmasked friend

 F#                                     D                 B
As we take streets I don't walk down 'cause I want to avoid

 B                                      A
Fighting temptation, walk at a downtown pace

 F#                                       D           B
And treasure the crowds that once made me act so annoyed

  B                                      A       F#
Sometimes I wonder, how long 'til I'm a face in one?

 F#                                    D            B
You'd be surprised to learn what you could bear to lose

 B                                       A
Wanting and needing, not getting either one

 F#                              D                 B
And planning the future as if time is yours to choose

  B                                  A
Pick out a movie, a sandwich from a screen

  F#                              D         B
Yeah, how many days in life will I spend underground?

  B                             A
Hours in total, as many as it takes

 F#                             D       B
And how many ways of feeling lousy have I found?

  B                 A
Lately uncounted

                E       F#
I've found a reason to exist

 E              F#
Written on the tile

 E              F#
Of the platform wall

 E             C#    B
Begging not to go extinct

 A               F#
To all those who saw

 F#                          D               B
How many times now have I walked into that room

   B
With the day shining through purple film?

  A         F#                              D               B
Combining sound from the corners that you use yourself to tune

  B                               A
Like a piano, well-tuned and walking slowly

  F#                              D            B
Socks on the carpet while some kid watches my shoes

   B
Feeling the sine like a bolt of lightning

  A         F#                               D             B
House of dreams, you were once my cure for New York City blues

  B                     A
Is this goodbye then?

             E              F#
Will you be on the other side?

 E                 F#
Waiting there for me?

 E                F#
Nothing left to want

 E              C#         B     A                F#
Cashing in my claim to a world, life lived mostly free

 E            F#
On the other side

 E             F#
Waiting there for me

 E              F#
Nothing left to want

 E              C#         B     A                F#
Cashing in my claim to a world, life lived mostly free