Tom: F
Introdução:
F Am
Well I?ve been wading in your waves up to my chin,
F Am
sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in.
F Am
Losing sight of land, I?m wondering,
F Am
?How?d I ever trick myself to get back in??
F
Believe me, there?s no harder thing in this life
Am
than believing that happiness is within my arm?s reach
F Am
and seeing that there is beauty in this world that I have been missing,
and I don?t want to miss no more.
Am
F G Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
F G Am
and I?ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
F G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
Am
and there?s a map between me and what I need.
F G Am
I don?t know if it needs me, it feels like I?m sinking.
Am
F
I?m throwing darts at a map,
Am F
trying to remember where I left my heart last.
Am F
So when the van?s packed up and the tank is filled with gas,
Am F Am
we can make our way from the east coast to the west.
F
And you could call?
Am
Or I?ll see you all next summer or next fall,
F
and we can talk about the year we spent apart
Am
since the last time every city stole my heart.
Am
F G Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
F G Am
and I?ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
F G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
Am
and there?s a map between me and what I need.
F G Am
I don?t know if it needs me, it feels like I?m sinking.