^GLost yourself along the way just to ^G7find yourself at the end of the day ^CCleaning up the ^Cmmess you left to ^Gfate. ^GEverything so momentary un^G7til you’re in the cemetery ^CWishing that you’d ^Cmthrown that last hail ^Gmary.

^AmWhen you stop ^Clooking for a ^Dsign ^AmYou never know what ^Cyou’re gonna ^Dfind

^GYou’ll find who you ^Dmare on ^CLincoln ^GBlvd. ^GThough the light is ^Dmfar from a ^CSunset full of ^Gstars ^GIn a dusty ^Dmcorner of ^Clonely little ^Dbar ^BbRight there on ^CLincoln ^GBlvd. (2x)

^GSoldier grab up your canteen and ^G7march along the war machine ^CThere’s no room for ^Cmany in between ^GCalifornia’s dry with drought, my ^G7jury’s always hanging out ^CI am plagued with no ^Cmsmall amount of doubt

^AmWhen you stop ^Clooking for a ^Dsign ^AmYou never know what ^Cyou’re gonna ^Dfind

^GYou’ll find who you ^Dmare on ^CLincoln ^GBlvd. ^GThough the light is ^Dmfar from a ^CSunset full of ^Gstars ^GIn a dusty ^Dmcorner of ^Clonely little ^Dbar ^BbRight there on ^CLincoln ^GBlvd. (2x)

^AmSometimes I don’t want to go ^A7But deep down I always know It’s a ^Dmhome, when ^D7home’s not ^Ghome ^AmSometimes it keeps you going strong ^A7Sometimes you wonder what the hell went wrong But there’s a ^Dmmagic in the ^D7tragic last ^Gsong

^GYou’ll find who you ^Dmare on ^CLincoln ^GBlvd. ^GThough the light is ^Dmfar from a ^CSunset full of ^Gstars ^GIn a dusty ^Dmcorner of ^Clonely little ^Dbar ^BbRight there on ^CLincoln ^GBlvd. (4x)