Radio War – Our Endless Numbered Days (tabbed by davidlynchaholic, lyrics were found on this site)
I’m not sure what instrument this is originally played with on the album, but if you put the capo on the 12th fret, it sounds pretty similar.

         G              D
Did the wine make her dream

       G/B            C
Of the far distant spring?

     G/B          D
Or a bed full of hens

        G/B          D
Or the ghost of a friend?

          G             D
All the while that she wept

          G/B         C
She had a gun by her bed

        G/B       D
And a letter he wrote

       G/B             D
From a dry, foundered boat.

          C                D
And the train track will take

           G           C
All the wounded ones home.

      C       D
And I'll be alone

           G           D
Fare thee well, Sara Jones.

        G           D
Now we lie on the floor

           G/B   C
While the radio war

          G/B              D
Finds its way through the air

        G/B           D
Of the dead market square.

          G            D
And the beast, never seen,

          G/B          C
Licks its red talons clean.

      G/B         D
Sara curses the cold,

          G/B            D
"No more snow, no more snow,

          G
No more snow."