Bob Dylan - Not dark yet

^EShadows are falling ^Aand I've been here all ^Eday It's too hot to sleep and ^Atime is running ^Eaway ^BFeel like my ^B/Asoul has ^G#mturned ^F#into ^Esteel ^C#mI've still got the s^Bcars that the s^Aun didn't h^Eeal ^BThere's not even ^B/Aroom enough to ^G#mbe an^F#ywhere^{E C#m}It's not dark ^Byet, but i^At's getting ^Ethere

^EWell my sense of humani^Aty is going down the ^Edrain ^EBehind every beautiful thing, ^Athere's been some kind of ^Epain ^BShe wrote me a ^B/Aletter and she ^G#mwrote it ^F#so ^Ekind ^C#mShe put down in ^Bwritin' what was ^Ain her ^Emind ^BI just don't see ^B/Awhy ^G#mI should ev^F#men c^Eare ^C#mIt's not dark y^Bet, but it's g^Aetting ^Ethere

^EWell I been to London ^Aand I been to gay ^EParis ^EI followed the river ^Aand I got to the ^Esea ^BI've been down to the ^B/Abottom of a ^G#mworld full ^F#of lies ^C#mI ain't lookin for ^Bnothin' in ^Aanyone's ^Eeyes ^BSometimes my ^B/Aburden is ^G#mmore than ^F#I can ^Ebear ^C#mIt's not dark y^Bet, but i^At's getting ^Ethere

^EI was born here and I'll die here, ^Aagainst my ^Ewill ^EI know it looks like I'm movin' ^Abut I'm standin' ^Estill ^BEvery nerve in my ^B/Abody is so n^G#maked a^F#nd n^Eumb ^C#mI can't even remember what it ^Bwas I came here to ^Aget away from^{E B}Don't even ^B/Ahear the ^G#mmurmur of ^F#a pr^Eayer ^C#mIt's not dark ^Byet, but it's ^Agetting ^Ethere