Bill Morrissey - Inside

^AThis ain't ^GHollywood,it never really ^F#mgets that good. Call it love if you ^Gthink you should, there's ^Emno need to ex^Aplain. Tonight it's just ^Gyou and me,a furnished room, black and ^F#mwhite TV, The late movie ^Gruns till three, then it's just ^Emyou and me a^Again. There's no work, just a ^Glot of talk, I quit drinking, now I ^F#mwatch the clock, I count the minutes ^Gin the dark, till the ^Emsun crawls up a^Again.

And you ^Gwon't leave soon because I ^Aknow, You're ^Bmjust like me with no ^F#mplace to go. And there's a ^Glove still here, nothing's ^Adied, It ^Bmjust got hurt and buried ^Gdeep in^Aside.

No this ain't ^GHollywood, it ain't Venice or ^F#mMalibu, It's not the life I ^Gpromoised you, when we ^Emset out years a^Ago. You're waitng tables from ^Gone to nine, I fill out forms and ^F#mstand in line, No work just a ^Gwaste of time, and ^Emevery day's the ^Asame.

^AYou're home later each ^Gnight I see, I fix dinner while you ^F#mtalk to me, And then we wait for the ^Glate movie, to take ^Emus away a^Again.

And you ^Gwon't leave soon, because I ^Aknow, You're ^Bmjust like me with no ^F#mplace to go. No ^Gplace to go, it's just a matter of ^Atime, You'll ^Bmfind somewhwere just a ^Gmatter of ^Atime.

No this ain't ^GHollywood, it never really ^F#mgets that good, Call it love if you ^Gthink you should, ^Emno need to ex^Aplain.