San Mateo chords

[Chords]
G 320033
Bm x13321
A x02220
E7/G# 420100
D xx0121

[INTRO]
[G] [Bm] [A] x4

[VERSE]
[G] Back [Bm] - stage [A]at a musty theater
[G] The smell of p[Bm]aint and p[A]assed down costumes
[G] A thick [Bm] curtain bl[A]ocks out the harsh light
[G] And sh[Bm]e’s w[A]aiting
[G] And h[Bm]e’s w[A]aiting

[G] She settles [Bm]in to a s[A]eat of red velvet
[G] Among her fr[Bm]iends in the b[A]alcony
[G] The house d[Bm]ims and the b[A]and begins to play
[G] And he’s w[Bm]ait-[A]ing
[G] And she’s w[Bm]ait-[A]ing

[PRE-CHORUS]
And he [G]al-w[Bm]ays s[A]aid
He would pl[G]ay it [Bm]in his h[A]ead
For et[G]er-[Bm]ni-t[A]y
That’s m[G]e

[CHORUS]
But they w[Bm]on’t really rem[G]ember this in tw[D]enty y[A]ears
And t[Bm]ime, time has a w[G]ay of drying m[D]ost of your t[A]ears
But they linger st[G]ill
They are f[E7/G#]ossils
Un-[D]earthed in the excav[A]ation of san mat[G]eo

[INTERLUDE]
[G] [Bm] [A] x2

[VERSE]
[G] A carp[Bm]ool heading f[A]or the movies
[G] And the c[Bm]arl’s jr l[A]ate at night
[G] Nobody [Bm]asked us t[A]o the dances
[G] But we’re w[Bm]ait-[A]ing

[G] One hurtles d[Bm]own the [A]el camino
[G] One’s in the p[Bm]ath of a c[A]oming train
[G] One couldn’t t[Bm]ell us wh[A]o he really was
[G] And he’s w[Bm]ait-[A]ing
[G] He’s w[Bm]ait-[A]ing

[CHORUS]
But they w[Bm]on’t really rem[G]ember this in tw[D]enty y[A]ears
And t[Bm]ime, time has a w[G]ay of drying m[D]ost of your t[A]ears
But they linger st[G]ill
They are f[E7/G#]ossils
Un-[D]earthed in the excav[A]ation of san mat[G]eo...

[BRIDGE]
L[A]a, la la l[G]a, la la l[E7/G#]a, la la [A]la, la la
L[Bm]a, la la l[G]a, la la l[E7/G#]a, la la l[G]a-a-a

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [Bm] [A] x2

[VERSE]
[G] A promise m[Bm]ade under th[A]e gazebo
[G] On the sh[Bm]ores of the mar[A]ina lagoon
[G] To swear we’d n[Bm]ever lose t[A]ouch after high school
[G] Still w[Bm]ait-[A]ing
[G] Still w[Bm]ait-[A]ing

[PRE-CHORUS]
And he [G]al-w[Bm]ays s[A]aid
He would pl[G]ay it [Bm]in his h[A]ead
For et[G]er- [Bm]ni- t[A]y
That’s m[G]e

[CHORUS]
But they w[Bm]on’t really rem[G]ember this in tw[D]enty y[A]ears
And t[Bm]ime, time has a w[G]ay of drying m[D]ost of your t[A]ears
But they linger st[G]ill
They are f[E7/G#]ossils
Un-[D]earthed in the excav[A]ation of san mat[G]eo