Verse: D F#m Let the night air cool you off D F#m Tilt your head back and try to cough. E Bm Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw. D F#m Let the night air cool you off. I ain't living like I should. A little rest might do me good. Got to sinking in the place where I once stood. Now I ain't living like I should. Chorus: E D A F#m Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold. E D A F#m Maybe I can only hear it in my head. E D A F#m Fifteen years ago we owned that road B D now it's rolling over us instead. D F#m Richard Manuel is dead.