intro | E |
She looked up in the noonday sun | E Esus4 | |
said, "Fighter jets are so unreal" | E A | |
But we've got a job to be done | E Esus4 | |
come on | E |
When I was just a boy | E Esus4 | |
I saw the kings of the big gold cities | E A | |
But as they died I dried up inside | E Esus4 | |
Let's ride | E |
Let's ride on airplanes and buses | E F#m | |
Let's ride to the end of the line | A Bm | |
Let's ride on fast motorcycles | E F#m | |
Let's leave the routines of living behind | A Bm A |
We pulled into a tick-tock town | E Esus4 | |
And all the people looked so happy | E A | |
Another trip down the elephant slide | E Esus4 | |
Let's ride | E |
Let's ride on subways and steeples | E F#m | |
Let's ride to the end of the line | A Bm | |
Let's ride on prescriptions and bottles | E F#m | |
Let's leave the routines of living behind | A Bm A |
instrumental | E A | ||
instrumental | E A | ||
instrumental | E A | ||
instrumental | E A |
Let's ride on airplanes and buses | E F#m | |
Let's ride to the end of the line | A Bm | |
Let's ride on fast motorcycles | E F#m | |
Let's leave the routines of living behind | A F#m A |
E |