Allan Taylor - A road too long

It was a ^Amlong time ^Gcoming, but ^Amplain to ^Gsee When I ^Cheld his ^Fshaking hand, he couldn't ^Amlook at ^Gme He said ^Amsomething about ^Glosing, losing the ^Amwill to go ^Gon He looked ^Coff into the ^Fdistance, I knew his ^Ammind had ^Ggone ^{Am G}

He ^Amlights a ^Gcandle, it has a ^Amsoft kind of^G glow He's ^Cscared of the ^Fdark, but he won't ^Amlet nobody ^Gknow 'Cause when the ^Ammidnight ^Gdemons are ^Amcreeping through the ^Gnight He ^Cknows they'll ^Fget to him when he's ^Amrun out of ^Gfight ^{Am G}

Was it ^Ctrying to ^Fget it ^Gright that ^Ammade it ^Fwrong? Or was it ^Cjust a ^Froad that ^Gwent on ^Amway too ^Flong? ^FToo ^Glong, ^Ctoo ^Flong, ^Amtoo ^Glong ^{Am G}

He ^Amsearches for ^Gwords, but the ^Amwords disap^Gpear He ^Ctalks so ^Fquietly, you move ^Amcloser to ^Ghear He's ^Amlooking for ^Ganswers, but you don't ^Amknow what to ^Gsay Just ^Chelp him ^Fthrough the night into a^Amnother d^Gay

He's ^Amfalling ^Gover the ^Amedge of the a^Gbyss Holding ^Con and ^Freaching out and hoping ^Amhe won't ^Gmiss I say, "^AmGrab a-hold of ^Gsomething, something ^Ambeautiful and ^Gtrue Some^Cday the ^Fworld is going to ^Amsmile for ^Gyou" ^{Am G}

Was it ^Ctrying to ^Fget it ^Gright that ^Ammade it ^Fwrong? Or was it ^Cjust a ^Froad that ^Gwent on ^Amway too ^Flong? ^FToo ^Glong, ^Ctoo ^Flong, ^Amtoo ^Glong ^{Am G}