C                      F            G
It's the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
     Em            Am    Dm            G
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
         C                                 F    G
So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
       Am           F             G        C    F  C
Don`t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt

[Verse 2]
        C                               F         G
In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
         Em    Am            Dm        G
When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
        C                    F         G
When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
      Am           F        G   C   F  C
All carved in the shape of freedom

[Verse 3]
         C                        F        G
Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
   Em            Am           Dm         G
Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
      C                     F              G
And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
       Am       F        G       C   F  C
Like a work of art of uneasy rapport

[Verse 4]
        C                       F     G
The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
Em             Am            Dm           G
In the heat blurry air we're down in the field
               C                F   G
Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee
Am           F            G      C   F  C
Among the clouds we once fell asleep

[Verse 5]
      C                              F         G
The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
Em            Am      Dm       G
Old mothers singing rusty old tales
 C                     F          G
Like revving engines keening sky high
      Am       F       G    C   F  C
Yet theirs is never a war cry

[Verse 6]
     C                       F          G
So I'll be your lover now, brazen and bright
           Em        Am          Dm          G
Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
        C                            F        G
Though what does a stray know about holy and true
           Am    F            G   C   Csus4  C
But I'll always come to your rescue

[Coda]
    Bb/D                       C      F
Oh Lord won't you hear your children cry
   Bb            F         Bb        F
Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
   Bb/D          C          F
I have no more words to describe
    Bb    F   C         F
An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
     Bb/D                 C    F
So where is my lover, my firelight
     Bb           F       Bb        F
The line on the edge of truth and rumour
Bb/D                     C            F
We took our vows in the heart of the night
           C          F                   C          Bb     Bbadd9  Bb  F
We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright