[Intro]
G  C  G  C
[Versetto]
G 
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley 
       C 
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley 
     G                           D 
On a cold winters morning to the church house 
                    G    G7 
Just to shovel some snow
[Versetto]
G 
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder 
   C 
An alter boy had been hit by a local commuter 
          G 
Just from walking with his back turned 
     D                        G    G7 
To a train that was coming so slow
[Ritornello]
        C 
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder 
           G 
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter 
       D                       C                  G    G7 
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know 
      C 
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter 
    G 
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there 
                D                 C            G 
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
[Versetto]
G 
I've been brought down to zero pulled out and put back there 
      C 
I sat on a park bench kissed the girl with the black hair 
       G                                 D               G 
And my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below
[Versetto]
G 
Well it ain't such a long drop don't stammer, don't stutter 
         C 
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter 
          G                         D                   G      G7 
You'll be carrying those bruises to remind you wherever you go
[Ritornello]
        C 
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder 
           G 
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter 
       D                       C                  G    G7 
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know 
      C 
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter 
    G 
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there 
                D                 C            G 
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
[Versetto]
G 
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley 
       C 
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley 
     G                           D 
On a cold winters morning to the church house 
                    G    G7 
Just to shovel some snow
[Versetto]
G 
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder 
   C 
An alter boy had been hit by a local commuter 
          G 
Just from walking with his back turned 
     D                        G    G7 
To a train that was coming so slow
[Ritornello]
        C 
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder 
           G 
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter 
       D                       C                  G    G7 
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know 
      C 
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter 
    G 
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there 
                D                 C            G 
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow