C
I miss my sweetest friend
       Bb
like a house on fire wants its ghosts back again.
   F                                               C
We got all turned around, now let's turn ourselves in.
                        Bb
And so you know, you're always welcome home.
                           F
That door ain't ever gonna close,
    C
and my heart ain't ever gonna close.
F                   C                     Bb  F
I've been wrestling horses to the ground.

C
I was the coldest gust of wind
            Bb
and now the heart I belong in is frozen.
F
I've come scattered and unhinged,
   C
oh where are my pacific oceans?
F                   C                     Bb F
I've been wrestling horses to the ground.

C
I want to ride my bike out to Alaska.
F
I don't care what's there, I wanna see a moose.
Bb
Maybe I'll die out in Alaska.
           C                Bb
Maybe I'll die beneathe the moon.
           C            Bb    C Bb
Maybe I'll die far from you.