Thrice - Artist In The Ambulance Ukulele

Don't be so hard with criticism please, was just my second submitted chord ;)

The similar accoustic version "Live at the Apple Store" on "If we could only see
us now" is played with Capo on the 1st fret - but you also can play it without.



Am                                      F
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
                                    C
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
                              G
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
      Am               F
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
      C                               G                       Am   
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

[Bridge:]
F -> C -> G

       Am                          F
Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
                    C
And I realize that empty words are not enough
      G
I'm left here with the question of just
Am                              F
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
  C                              G
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets


   F                              Am   G
I hope that I will never let you down
   F                                    Am        G         F
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound


Am -> F -> C -> G


Em (just one strike)                         C
Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
G (just one strike)                         D
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that 
           Am                                      F
there's A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
C                                      G
There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and


   F                              Am   G
I hope that I will never let you down
   F                                    Am        G         F
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Am 
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
                    F
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Am
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
                   G               F         G
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow


Am                                      F
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
                                    C
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
                              G
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Am                                    F
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
         C                             G
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

   F                              Am   G
I hope that I will never let you down
   F                                    Am        G         F
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
        Am      G        F                 Am       G          F
Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound