Intro: A E (x2) Verse 1: A E Bison on the plains A E Stupid symphony streams D The same old tricks they used to get you to cry
B A E Over nothing, over everything A E Bison on the plains A E I only packed a couple of things D This high was like a sorry parade B A E Of hearing traffic and going nooo...where Interlude: F#m D A E F#m D A E D E A Verse 2: A E Bison on the plains A E The photograph is never the same D I learned this when I was seven or eight B A E This all means nothing, this all means everything A E Bison on the plains A E And those overused overture streams D The same old tricks they used to get you to cry B A E Over nothing, over everythiiiiiiing... Chorus: F#m D A E Ahhhhhhhhhh, bison on the plains F#m D A E Ahhhhhhhhhh, bison on the plains (repeat until end)