Chris Pureka - Song for november

^DDry the ^Aflowers, ^Efile the ^F#msheet-music ^DSave ^Ame for the ^Efire ^{F#m D}I s^Apent the ^Eday ^F#mforgetting The ^Ddream that ^F#mwoke me ^Eup ^F#m

The ^Dgarden i^As empty And ^EI still ^F#mremember why ^DI'm so ^Areluctant to ^Estart it ^F#magain ^DEternal N^Aovember ^EShines through the ^F#mmarrow of ^Dme ^{E A F#m}

I ^Dnever ^Awas a ^Every good ^F#mfighter ^DThey s^Atarted me ^Eyoung ^{F#m D}You always ^Awere the ^Every best ^F#mlover ^DThat I ^Acouldn'^Et love ^F#m

The ^Dyears they will ^Amake you a ^Epretty good ^F#mrunner Yeah ^DI've been r^Aunning around a^Ell of this t^F#mime ^DShot in the ^Adark, ^Edown in the ^F#mshadows ^DWaiting for ^Awhen ^{E F#m} Yeah just ^Dwaiting for ^Awhen ..^E..the ^F#mcoast ^Dis ^Aclear ^{E F#m}

You were ^Drunning around so you'd never remember this ^F#mFear lights a ^Efire under ^Dyou ^DAnd all you leave behind are the smoke and the ashes A ^F#mtrail of ^Egrey and ^Dblue

^DBlame me ^Adear for ^Eany ^F#mdisaster ^DOh how the ^Akero^Esene ran ^F#mdry And ^Dwe made our ^Abed in that ^Efamiliar ^F#mgraveyard ^DBetween the s^Aternum ^Eand the ^F#mspine

Oh ^Ddarling I ^Athink that ^Eall of the ^F#manswers Went ^Dsouth on the ^Abacks of those ^Egrey winged ^F#mbirds Or ^Dslipped through our ^Afingers ^EWhile we were s^F#mleeping ^DWaiting for ^Awhen ^{E F#m D}Yeah just waiting for ^Awhen..^E..^F#m the c^Doast is cl^Aear ^{E F#m}

^DAlong the ^Away the ^Elight is the ^F#mmedicine ^DAlong the ^Away we ^Esearch for the ^F#msun To ^Dcall us ^Adown the ^Edark ^F#mcorridor ^DBack into the ^Aworld ^{E F#m}