E  - 022100
F#5- 244xxx
E5 – 022xxx
Dm – xx0231

RIFF 1:
    A        
E|----------|
B|-------2--|
G|-------2--|
D|----------|
A|--0-------|
E|----------|

RIFF 2:
    F#5   E5    D
E|--------------2-|
B|--------------3-|
G|--------------2-|
D|------4-----2-0-|
A|----4-----2-----|
E|--2-----0-------|

RIFF 3:
      D                 C#                      F#5                     E5
E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|----3-----3-----5--3--2-----2--------------------------------------------------|
G|-------2-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|----0--------------------3--------------------------4-----------------------2--|
A|----------------------4--------------------------4-----------------------2-----|
E|----------------------------------------------2-----------------------0--------|


RIFF 1 x3

VERSE 1:
RIFF 1      A  C#  D                     A     E       D
This is the proper place but I'm growing older without grace
               A  C#  D              A        E        D
And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine

CHORUS:
C#     D   RIFF 1:[  A        A          A       A      ]
Homestead! Cause the backdrop fell on my closing evening
C#     D   RIFF 2:[F#5       E5           D             ]
Homestead! And the actresses left for the farewell party

RIFF 1 x3

VERSE 2:
RIFF 1         A  C# D            A          E       D
And I left the timberline for oil slicks and parking fines
                 A   C#  D                    A     E    D
And I found that its too late to read you the lease at 113A Ellis

CHORUS:
C#     D   RIFF 1:[A      A               A       A]
Homestead! All the punker kids need to be home by 7
C#     D   RIFF 2:[      F#5       E5           D      
Homestead! Cause there’s dinner at eight in the suburbs
     F#5        E5         D     ] RIFF 3:[
With sister and father and mother
D           C#               F5              E5
I wanted to end it there, to save myself for once and for all
D                      C#             F5             E5     ]        E
But it turns out; it’s not that good. Now I’m stuck, summer turns to fall

VERSE 3:
            A  C#  D                       A     E       D
This is the proper place where I'm growing older without grace
               A  C#  D              A        E        Dm
And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine