I'm beEm7ginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Lord I'm wBb(dim)aist deep wA7aist deep in the mEm7ist
It's almost lBb(dim)ike almostA7 like I dEm7on't exist
I'm 2A70 miles out of tGown Cold Irons bEm7ound
The waEm7lls of pride are high and wide
One look aBb(dim)t you and IA7'm out of controlEm7
Like the univBb(dim)erse has sA7wallowed Em7me whole
I'm tA7wenty miles out ofG town in cold ironsEm7 bound
There'Em7s too many people, too many to recall
I found myBb(dim) world, fouA7nd my world in youEm7
But your loveBb(dim) just hasnA7't provedEm7 true
I'm tA7wenty miles out of tGown in cold irons bEm7ound
TwentA7y miles out of toGwn in cold irons boEm7und
Oh, thEm7e winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
It's you aBb(dim)nd you onlyA7 I been thinking aEm7bout
But you can'tBb(dim) see in anA7d it's haEm7rd lookin' out
I'm tA7wenty miles out of Gtown in cold irons bEm7ound
Well tEm7he fat's in the fire and the water's in the tank
Looking atBb(dim) you and I'A7m on my bended kneEm7e
You have no iBb(dim)dea what yA7ou do to Em7me
I'm tA7wenty miles out of tGown in cold irons Em7bound
TwentA7y miles out of tGown in cold irons Em7bound