Tom: A
A
A
Db
No one knows why we were taught to look away
D
There might be something wrong with me
Dm
There's nothing that I can't believe
E
Db
Gbm
D
Dm
Are you listening two thousand miles from here?
A
Is the same sky just as clear?
A
A
Db
Out of the window the slow light morning
D
Dm
First hits your hands, touches your face
A
Db
Though it's uncomfortable, though it is awkward
D
Dm
Days leave the night, eyes in the light
A
Db
The only time you're listening
D
Dm
When we run from all the things we could say
A
Db
I don't know what you could be hearing
D
Dm
The sounds have gone so far, far away
/PIANO INTERLUDE/
Dbm
Gbm
(x4)
Dm
A
Db
I don't know why we were taught to look away
D
There might be something wrong with me
Dm
There's nothing that I won't believe
E
Db
Gbm
D
Dm
Are you listening two thousand miles from here?
A
Are the crickets just as clear?