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Meriden months stuck in 
C
Indian 
G
summers. 
  
And 
D
Dad’s on the 
G
line, but I’m 
D
fine. “Here’s the 
G
phone…” 
  
Oh, it’s 
G
floating away. It’s going away on the tide. 
G
Crystalized wishes, like 
C
kids crying for 
G
Christmases, 
D
ticking off 
G
lists with their 
D
pens in their 
G
fists 
  
before 
G
floating away, and going away on the tide. 
  
Running away on the 
D
back of a beast, 
  
in a midnight charge down a 
C
broken beach. 
  
The little stars, they 
Am7
spin the sharpest shards of light on 
G
down
  
to the 
D
mouth of the sea. 
  
In a morning curled up 
C
in a cab on the edge of the world,
  
the 
Am7
light’s a fire of gold lying 
G
around.
G
What, when you heard it - say, 
C
forward or 
G
furtive, 
  
trans
D
ferred through a 
G
person or 
D
mystical 
G
blur - 
  
got you 
G
going away, got you floating away on the tide? 
  
Through 
G
Bonner Road basements of 
C
“Pitfall,” of 
G
cave-ins, 
  
of 
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crackling 
G
tapes, cross 
D
fades… When the 
G
song ends 
  
I’m 
G
going away, floating away on the tide. 
  
Finding your way 
D
down the bloody beach, 
  
with the burnt-out cars salt-
C
licked by the sea, 
  
those slicked-out stars all 
Am7
screaming from a distant high 
G
remove. 
  
In the 
D
fizzed-out snow of a cathode screen 
  
I saw a 
C
broken ghost in an old soap scene. 
  
I let his 
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dead and dreamy eyes follow my 
G
moves.
  
And 
G
I had a vision of 
C
everything 
G
hidden 
  
but 
D
always 
G
around me. It 
D
fought me. It 
G
found me 
  
while 
G
going away, floating away on the tide. 
G
Shooting through time with my 
C
eyes getting 
G
glassy 
  
and 
D
lined, while I 
G
watch seasons 
D
rocketing 
G
past me. 
  
They’re 
G
going away - a little more every day, all the time.
  
On a 
D
balcony, at the brilliant sea 
  
where all 
C
rivers meet, a voice spoke to me and said, 
  
“These 
Am7
things have just got to be. I don’t know 
G
why.”
And I said, 
D
  “Here’s to the freeway flasher! 
C
  Here’s to the desperate dasher. 
G
  Guard him. Keep him from crashing, 
  
on his 
D
tear. I know you think you miss him.
C
  I know you think you knew him, 
G
  but you were passing through him. 
  
Light as 
D
air he’s 
G
leaving. 
D
There… he’s 
G
gone.”
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