[Strophe]
         F           Am 
I've got tired eyes, a black sky 
Dm                        C 
Making it's home under my lash line 
F                        Am 
You keep on crying babe, I don't mind 
Dm                       C 
I keep on staring at the clock trying to pass time 
F           Am 
In my life, it flies by 
Dm                         C 
Faster than you could say, "I love you, goodbye" 
F                  Am 
"It's almost over", you say with a sigh 
Dm                               C                      F 
Will our lives be better when we make it to the other side?
[Refrain]
Am  Dm 
Ah, ah 
        C                      F 
hope we make it to the other side 
Am  Dm C 
Ah, ah
[Strophe]
F        Am 
Eighteen, prom queen 
Dm                               C 
We spend our time thinking 'bout what we'll be doing 
F                        Am 
Walk quiet streets, not afraid of the sounds 
Dm               C 
Nothing bad ever happens in this town 
F            Am 
Mean dreams, can't sleep 
Dm                                C 
Younger me thought this'd be more bittersweet 
F                        Am 
But we never noticed how long it'd been 
Dm                       C                F 
Got too caught up in the life we're living
[Refrain]
Am  Dm 
Ah, ah 
        C                        F 
Hope we make it to the other side 
Am  Dm C 
Ah, ah
[Pont]
Bb             F 
And I hope, I hope 
            Am                 Dm 
All of our homes have white fences 
      Bb       F 
And I hope, I hope 
               Am                Dm 
Our smiles are wider than theirs is 
  Bb       F 
I hope, I hope 
           Am                 Dm 
All of our dreams are kept fragrant 
                          C 
And I'll meet you on the pavement 
                                 F 
When we make it to the other side
[Refrain]
Am  Dm 
Ah, ah 
        C                       F 
Hope we make it to the other side 
Am Dm C F