| | D |
| | All s quiet, except for this song. |
| | G |
| | So maybe while I m not together I can feel like I m not alone. |
| | D | G |
| | And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing | , is an onslaught of sorts. |
| | A |
| | Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory. |
| | G |
| | And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight. |
| | D |
| | And there s a joy, a joy in all I can see. |
| | G | D)(G |
| | A joy, in every possibility. | |
| | D |
| | And all around this is a great, great feeling. |
| | G |
| | American rockets red-glared our most |