Blanco White - Papillion

This ^Croom has a ^Emwindow that ^Amcalls, That ^Ctells you you’ve ^Embeen there ^Ambefore, A ^Fsundial in the ^Csky, The only reminder of the ^Gdays passing ^Amby. ^CYou my old ^Emsolitary ^Amfriend, For ^Cyou I would ^Emwait til the ^Amend, Just ^Frunning down the ^Ctime, With all of our yesterdays ^Gleft far ^Ambehind

Your ^Dmdebts have all been ^Ampaid, ^DmSo go on and walk ^Amaway^Em. I ^Dmhope out there you’ll ^Amstay on, ^CWhere we won’t ^Gcry no ^Ammore.

The ^Ctruth turns the ^Emneedle through the ^Amnorth, And ^Ctrusts us to ^Emfollow its ^Amcourse, But ^Fsometimes it’s the ^Clie, That takes the day trembling in ^Gall its ^Amdenial.

Now ^Conly one ^Emruling is ^Amleft, When ^Cno one bel^Emieves they’ll be ^Amnext, And ^Ftrails too far to ^Cfind, If every damn stranger’s got ^Gsomething to ^Amhide.

But ^Dmguards are over^Amthrown, The way is wide ^Dmopen for all who’d ^Amgo, ^Em It’s ^Dmnever been so ^Amclose now, and ^Cthere we won’t ^Gcry no ^Ammore.

And ^Cthere we won’t ^Gcry no ^Ammore. ^CThere we won’t ^Gcry no ^Ammore. ^CThere we won't ^Gcry no ^Ammore. ^CThere we won't ^Gcry no ^Ammore.