[Strophe]
C               Em7            Fmaj7sus2 
Bad luck to talk on these rides 
C 
Mind on the road 
 Em7               Fmaj7sus2 
  Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float 
           C 
White Ferrari 
Em7 
  Had a good time 
      Fmaj7sus2 
  16: how was I supposed to know anything?
[Strophe]
C            Em7           Fmaj7sus2 
I let you out at Central 
C            Em7                   Fmaj7sus2 
I didn't care to state the plain 
                                 F           Fmaj7sus2          Em7 
Kept my mouth closed, we're both so familiar 
          C 
White Ferrari 
     Em7 
  Stick by me 
  Fmaj7sus2                              C 
  Close by me (You will find, you will find me) 
                Em7 
Is this the slow body? 
Fmaj7sus2 
  Left when I forgot to speak
[Strophe]
      C 
So I text the speech, lesser speeds 
 Em7 
Texas speed, yes 
 Fmaj7sus2 
Base takes its toll on me 
                         C 
Eventually, eventually, yes 
          G                    F 
I only eventually, eventually, yes
[Strophe]
   C            G          F     D7        F 
I care for you still and I will forever 
   C         G           F       D 
That was my part of the deal, honest 
       F    Fmaj7sus2     G 
We got so familiar 
 F                       C        G7      F 
Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari 
D7            F    C    G 
  Good times 
         F 
In this life, life 
         D7           F      E G 
In this life, life 
F 
One too many years 
         E         G          F         E    G 
Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift 
 F                   E     G 
Mind over matter is magic 
       F      E 
I do magic 
G               F                                    G 
If you think about it it's over in no time the best life 
F  Em  G    F 
  
C   G   F    4 x
[Outro]
C  G  F                         C         G 
    I'm sure we're taller in another dimension 
 F                      C              G 
You say we're small and not worth the mention 
 F                      C            G 
You’re tired of movin', your body’s achin' 
 F                      C        G 
We could vacay, there's places to go 
 F                 C               G 
Clearly this isn't all that there is 
        F 
Can't take what's been given 
      C        G          F 
But we're so okay here, we're doing fine 
 C          G 
Primal and naked 
 F                       C           G 
You dream of walls that hold us in prison 
 F                        C                G 
It's just a skull, least that's what they call it 
      C 
And we're free to roam