Calum Scott - What i miss most

^C It must have been a^F year since ^Am I was thrown across an^G ocean far from^C home And I was making ^Foceans ^Am Riding in bet^Gween the highs and^C lows

Woa^Fh,^Am when aw^Gake in the morning I^C You^{F Am} is the first on my m^Gind

^CMaybe what I miss ^Fmost It w^Amasn't made of s^Gteel and stones And m^Caybe what I miss m^Fost It w^Amasn't born of s^Gkin and bone ^CUnder the sun, ^Fup on the waves ^AmUnder three climbs when ^GI'm far away ^CMaybe what I miss ^Fmost ^Am

And m^Gaybe you'll never know ^{C F Am} And m^Gaybe you'll never know ^{C F Am}

And m^Gaybe you'll never know

^C Life beyond the^F window ^Am I'm jealous of the^G way the black bird^C flies Free among the ^Fpeople ^Am Those quarter million^G stories pass me^C by

Wo^Fah^Am, I aw^Gake in the moonlight I^C Yo^Fu ^Am is the l^Gast on my mind

^CMaybe what I miss ^Fmost It w^Amasn't made of s^Gteel and stones And m^Caybe what I miss m^Fost It w^Amasn't born of s^Gkin and bone ^CUnder the sun, ^Fup on the waves ^AmUnder three climbs when ^GI'm far away ^CMaybe what I miss ^Fmost ^Am

And m^Gaybe you'll never know ^{C F Am} And m^Gaybe you'll never know ^{C F Am} And m^Gaybe you'll never know

^C I remembe^Fr on the table ^Am All those faces^G, where did they go? ^C I imagin^Fe how it looks like ^Am When I'm not^G there ^C I remember^F, every summer ^Am But now that years are^G, just a number ^C There's no backroots ^F Time is faster with^Am everything I've left be^Ghind

And m^Caybe what I miss m^Fost It w^Amasn't made of s^Gteel and stones And m^Caybe what I miss m^Fost It w^Amasn't born of s^Gkin and bone Cause u^Cnder the sun, u^Fp on the waves ^AmUnder three climbs and ^GI'm far away ^CMaybe what I miss ^Fmost ^Am

And m^Gaybe you'll never know ^{C F Am} And m^Gaybe you'll never know ^{C F Am} And m^Gaybe you'll never know ^C