Here's another song with the four oldest chords in history
I guess, I lost all ambition turning left on Missouri

I could have made it better but the feelings just aren't there
My heart is cold and black but I just don't think I care
So here's to me saying, 'Fare-thee-well'
And when you hear this song I hope it hurts like

Enamel is stretched too thin
You're beautiful, but not beneath your skin

The phone lines down in Mexico are slow and maybe tired
I guess all your devotion, got lost inside the wires

Well, I hope you cannot sleep, and I hope you cannot smile
And I hope that you are burdened with your guilt for quite a while
I hope you fall in love but I hope your plans are thwarted
And I hope that now you're back it's because you were deported

Enamel is stretched too thin
You're beautiful, but not beneath your skin
Enamel, like insect shells
So hollow, like your wedding bells

Enamel is stretched too thin
You're beautiful, but not beneath your skin
Enamel, like insect shells
So hollow, like your wedding bells