[intro]

         G a C G f#
        

[verse 1]

         G                              a
          Movie scenes and bullet trains under dogs and high stakes
             C                             G            f#
          Just trying to get anywhere that's anywhere but here
         G                             a
          Greener grass and other sides some other place like paradise
             C                              G            f#
          Just trying to get somewhere that's anywhere but here
        

[chorus]

                 e                                 C                G           f#
          'Cause they're the ones who know what it feels like to be alone going nowhere
          e                         C                             G
          Watchin' paint dry on the walls of the cell that you're in
                 e              C                       G            f#
          Flying solo can be so hard when it seems that gravity's so strong
               e                  C                   G
          Just trying to get some place where you can stay
        

[post-chorus]

                       C                              f#      
          But could it be that it's too early to tell too early to tell
                      C                           f#
          We can't go out 'til they ring the bell 'til He rings the bell
        

[verse 2]

         G                                       a
          Dramatic exits and epiphanies it's the little guy against these trees
          C                                       G     f#
          All these late round picks proving them wrong
         G                                 a
          Buzzer beaters and leaps of faith going long and staying late
               C                             G            f#
          Just trying to be something that's anything but this
        

[chorus]

                 e                                 C                G           f#
          'Cause you're the one who know what it feels like to be alone going nowhere
          e                         C                             G
          Watchin' paint dry on the walls of the cell that you're in
                 e              C                              G                  f#
          Flying solo can be so hard when it seems that you're always late to the party
               e                  C                   G
          Just trying to be different so you can be the same
        

[post-chorus]

                       C                              f#      
          But could it be that it's too early to tell too early to tell
                      C                           f#
          We can't go out 'til they ring the bell 'til He rings the bell
        

[verse 3]

             G                                          a
          So what if you could just run away make a new start in another place
          C                                       G      f#
          Be all of the things that you wanted to be
               G                                           a
          It's hard to tell what it would be like but it's gotta be better than waiting for time to tell
                 C                  f#
          If you waited too long to see what it takes
        

[chorus]

                 e                                 C                G           f#
          'Cause I'm the one who knows what it feels like to be alone going nowhere
          e                         C                             G
          The architect of a world between my very own hands
                 e              C                       G            f#
          Flying solo can be so hard when it seems that this atmosphere's so thin
        

[post-chorus]

                       C                        f#      
          But could it be it's too early to tell too early to tell
                       C                          f#
          We can't go out 'til they ring the bell 'til He rings the bell
                     C                              f#      
          So coult it be that it's too early to tell too early to tell
                      C                          f#
          We can't go out 'til they ring the bell 'til He rings the bell
        

[outro]

        G a C G f#
        G a C G G