Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro x2

Verse

Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn leaves

 That didn't fall with the fall, and now they clatter in vain

 Holiday sky. Midnight clear. Wind is high, hard to steer

 Old muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane

In search of some rest. In search of a break

 From a life of tests where something's always at stake

Where something's always so far

 What about my broken car?

 What about my life so far?

 What about my dream?

What about,

Chorus

What about everything?

What about aeroplanes?

And what about ships that drank the sea?

What about...

What about the moon and stars?

What about soldier battle scars

And all the anger that they eat?

I am not in need.

Verse 2

Get away and come with me.

 Come away with me and we'll see

 If I was right on that night, that a future was made

 Before time takes each year, like a knife cuts it clear

 It's school, then work and then life that just sharpens the blade

 I think about time for fun. I think about time for play

 Then I think about being done, with no resume

With no one left to blame

 What about fortune and fame?

 What about your love to obtain?

What about the ring?

What about,

Chorus

Verse 3

Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me

 The hometown harbor lights bright, the sailboats clatter in vain

 Holiday sky. Midnight clear. Wind is high on this pier

 I find it hard to complain when compared with what about...

Outro

What about everything?

What about aeroplanes?

And what about ships that drank the sea?

What about...

What about the moon and stars?

What about soldier battle scars

And all the anger that they eat?

What about...

What about aliens?

What about you and me and...

What about gold beneath the sea?

What about...

What about when buildings fall?

What about that midnight phone call...

The one that wakes you from your peace?

Well, I am not, I am not, I am not in need

Guitar licks during outro:

After...And what about ships that drank the sea?

After...And all the anger that they eat?

(Octaves)

After...What about gold beneath the sea?

| / slide up

| \ slide down

| h hammer-on

| p pull-off

| ~ vibrato

| + harmonic

| x Mute note