Bonnie Raitt - Longing in their hearts

L^Eet me tell you 'bout a friend of mine ^AHe's a short order co^Dok Long on sp^Eeed, s^Ahort on sp^Dice He reads his ^Ecustomers like a book ^AHe's seen t^Dhis, and he's done th^Eat Now he's ma^Akin' fried eggs an a^Drt But there's o^Ene thing h^Ae can't f^Dix no how There's a lo^Enging in his he^Aart

^EHe's tried for years to work it out At the gr^Aill and at his ho^Dme Well he talks to his fri^Eends, ta^Alks to him^Dself He talks the c^Ehicken right off the bone Ta^Alks to his woman and she ^Dunders^Etands You know they're al^Aways eye to e^Dye She runs the jo^Eint, they li^Ave out ba^Dck Small ho^Euse under a big sky

Well ev^Aen the stars at ni^Dght ag^Eree S^Ahe sky is falling ap^Dart She knows cause sh^Ee can fe^Ael it to^Do There's a lo^Enging in her he^Aart A^E longing in her h^Aeart Lo^Enging in her he^Aart A7 A7 A7 A7 A7 A7 D D X2

^EWell now you and me, we're just like them We never wa^Anted to be al^Done So we made a p^Eact, sealed w^Aith des^Dire For a hap^Epier house and home O^Anly to find it do^Desn't un^Etie The kn^Aot where feelings d^Die There's a longing de^Eep in^Aside our he^Darts A^End no one to tell us why

O^Eur friends aren't looking for anything new They wou^Aldn't know where to l^Dook Well her, s^Ehe likes runni^Ang the ^Djoint A^End he likes being a cook To^Agether they're doing ve^Dry we^Ell They're mi^Aght glad they c^Dould But there's a fire bu^Erning to^Awards them n^Dow Coming^E from a distant wood

And e^Aven the stars at ni^Dght ag^Eree That the s^Aky is falling ap^Dart We know 'ca^Euse we can fe^Ael it t^Doo T^Ehere's a longing in our he^Aarts A ^Elonging in our hea^Arts Lo^Enging in our hea^Arts