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If The Brakeman Turns My Way

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Capo on 4th fret

When pa[G]nic grips your body and your h[C]eart is a humming[G]bird
R[G]aven thoughts blacken your mind until you're bre[C]athing in re[D]verse
A[Em]ll your friends and sed[D]atives mean we[G]ll but m[D]ake it wo[C]rse  
E[Em]very reas[C]surance just ma[Em]gnifies the do[C]ubt  
Be[Em]tter find your[D]self a pl[C]ace to le[D]vel out[G]    

[Em,]    [D]    
Got a cr[G]icket for a conscience always lo[C]oks the other w[G]ay  
A co[G]caine soul starts seeming like an e[C]mpty cab[D]aret
Hey, wh[Em]ere have all the da[D]ncers gone? Now the m[G]usic doe[D]sn't pl[C]ay  
Tried to li[Em]sten to the ri[C]ver but you cou[Em]ldn't shut your mo[C]uth  
Better t[Em]ake a li[D]ttle ti[C]me to le[D]vel out[G]    
[C]I never thought of run[G]ning
[C]My feet just led the w[D]ay  

[G]Mixed up Signals
[C]Bullet Train
[G]Cars are switched out in the [D]crazy rain
[G]I could meet you [C]any place
If the B[D]rakem[C]an tu[D]rns my w[G]ay  

[Em,]    [D]    
All this au[G]tomatic writing I have tr[C]ied to under[G]stand
From a psy[G]chedelic angel who was tug[C]ging on my h[D]and  
It's an in[Em]finite coin[D]cidence but it do[G]esn't f[D]orm a p[C]lan  
So I'm he[Em]aded for New En[C]gland or the P[Em]aris of the S[C]outh
Gonna f[Em]ind my[D]self som[C]ewhere to le[D]vel out[G]    

[Em,]    [D]    
Are your br[G]othels full, Oh Babylon, with me[C]rry Middle[G]men?
Never p[G]eer out of their periscopes from those d[C]eep opium d[D]ens  
All this de[Em]ath must need a count[D]erweight always som[G]eone b[D]orn ag[C]ain  
First a m[Em]other bathes her ch[C]ild then the o[Em]ther way ar[C]ound
The Scales al[Em]ways fi[D]nd a w[C]ay to le[D]vel out[G]    

[C]I tried to pass for no[G]thing
[C]But my dreams gave me a[D]way  

[G]Mixed up Signals
[C]Bullet Train
[G]People snuffed out in the b[D]rutal rain
[G]I could live to [C]any age
If the B[D]rakem[C]an t[D]urns my w[G]ay  

It is an [Am]old world it's hard to re[D7]member
Like a d[G]ime store mys[C]tery
I'm a re[Am]peat first time off[D7]ender
Who has re[C]written hi[D]story[(g)]    

[G]Mixed up tea leaves
[C]Phantom Pain
[G]Fuzzy logic in the c[D]razy rain
[G]Getting better e[D]very day
If the B[D]rakem[C]an tu[D]rns my w[G]ay  
[G]Mixed up Signals
[C]Bullet Train
[G]Cars are switched out in the b[D]linding rain
[G]He'll be smiling as he s[C]eals my fate
When the B[D]rakem[C]an tu[D]rns my w[G]ay  

Capo on 4th fret

When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse
All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
Better find yourself a place to level out

[Em,]
Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way
A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn't play
Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth
Better take a little time to level out
I never thought of running
My feet just led the way

Mixed up Signals
Bullet Train
Cars are switched out in the crazy rain
I could meet you any place
If the Brakeman turns my way

[Em,]
All this automatic writing I have tried to understand
From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out

[Em,]
Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen?
Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens
All this death must need a counterweight always someone born again
First a mother bathes her child then the other way around
The Scales always find a way to level out

I tried to pass for nothing
But my dreams gave me away

Mixed up Signals
Bullet Train
People snuffed out in the brutal rain
I could live to any age
If the Brakeman turns my way

It is an old world it's hard to remember
Like a dime store mystery
I'm a repeat first time offender
Who has rewritten history[(G)]

Mixed up tea leaves
Phantom Pain
Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain
Getting better every day
If the Brakeman turns my way
Mixed up Signals
Bullet Train
Cars are switched out in the blinding rain
He'll be smiling as he seals my fate
When the Brakeman turns my way

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