C                          Em
I'm digging up the bones of the failures I've buried
                   F                      G
I'm pulling out my white flags in various stages
                    Dm
The sun bleached in gray
                     Am
Gonna sew them all together
                    C7           F
Gonna fashion their bones into a frame
                   G
Tie the flags on a string
                               F
Stretched across until they're wings
        Fm
I'm no closer to heaven


C      Em      F      C  C/B    Am     G7

            C                       Em
I clipped a bird with my car on the freeway
               F
He won't see a burial
             G                       Dm
And all week long I kept thinking of death
                           Am
How me and Hemingway share forehead scars
                 C7                F
I won't meet the same fate that he did
                        G
In a world that I can't fix
                    F
With a hammer in my grip
         Fm
I'm no closer to heaven

Am                Dm                     G
It feels like the day before something important
                  C                 C/B         Am
It feels like the first snow of the season that sticks
              Dm                 G
It's how I'll always feel like a failure
                  F
In the back of my head
          Fm (rest)
No matter where I've been

                 C
The future feels bright
                Em
The glow of the city
               F
Out across the great plains
                  G
With the closer I get
                    Dm
The further I feel away
                       Am
I can stay here in the darkness
               C7                       F
Feels like I'm wandering in circles for days
                   G
We never reach the gates
                     F
I'll keep walking anyway
         Fm        C
I'm no closer to heaven