Wilco - Sunken treasure

There's ^Drows and rows of ^F#mhouses^G, with ^Dwindows painted^F#m blue.^G With the light from the TV, running parallel to you. But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be. Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink.

I am ^Aso out of ^Bmtune with yo^Gu, ^{G Bm A} I am so out of ^Bmtune with yo^Gu.