10000 Maniacs - Like the weather

The co^Clor of the ^Dsky as f^Gar as ^CI can ^Emsee, its coal g^Dray l^Cift my ^Dhead from the ^Gpillow and ^Cthen^Em, fall ^Dagain ^Gshiver in my ^Cbones just ^Emthinking about the ^Dweather ^Gquiver in my ^Clip as ^Emif I might ^Dcry

by the ^Cforce of w^Dill my ^Glungs are ^Cfilled,^Em and, so I ^Dbreathe L^Cately it ^Dseems this big ^Gbed is ^Cwhe^Emre I never ^Dleave Chorus: ^Gshiver in my ^Cbones just ^Emthinking, about the ^Dweather ^Gquiver in^C my voice as ^EmI might ^Dcry ^GWhat a cold and ^Crainy ^Dday ^GWhere on earth is the ^Csun hid ^Daway? I h^Cear the ^Dsound of a ^Gnoon bell ^Cchime, ^Emwell I'm far b^Dehind you^C put in ^D'bout half a^G day, ^Cwhil^Eme, here I ^Dlie (Chorus) Bridge: Do ^DI need someone here to scold me? Or do ^CI need someone, who'll grab and pull me out of ^DFour poster, dull torpor, ^Cpulling ^Gdownward For it's ^Gsuch a ^Clong time since my better ^Ddays I ^Gsay my prayers ^Cnightly, this will pass ^Daway The ^Ccolor of the ^Dsky is ^Ggray as I can ^Csee^Em, through the ^Dblinds ^CLift my ^Dhead from the ^Gpillow and ^Cthen^Em, fall ^Dagain (Chorus) A co^Gld and ^Crainy ^Dday I ^Gshiver, quiver, and ^Ctry to ^Dwake