Don Henley - Annabel

^AmI watch ^Gyou ^Amsleepi^Gng M^Fy weary h^Ceart rises ^Fup on wi^Gngs ^CI hear y^Gour la^Amughte^Gr ^FSomething d^Ceep down ins^Fide me si^Gngs

^CWay down ^Ghere in the ^Amland of co^Gtton ^FYou were b^Corn on a r^Fainy d^Gay ^CSince then, ^Gsweet th^Amings long for^Ggotten ^FThey just ^Ckeep flooding^F back my ^Cway

^FOh ch^Cild, I ca^Fnnot tel^Aml you h^Gow the ti^Cme just fli^Fes ^FBut I have ^Chad my d^Fays of g^Amlory u^Gnder s^Cunny sk^Fies ^FThese ^Cdays, y^Four bright d^Creams a^Amre all I ^Gwant to ^Fsee ^AmSleep t^E7ight, C^Chelsea K^Fay ^AmYou can a^Clways c^Fount on ^Cme

^CIn this col^Gd world, fo^Amlks will judg^Ge you T^Fhough they do^Cn't know^Am you at a^Gll ^CAnd I may ^Gnot be the^Amre to catch^G you A^Fnytim^Ce that y^Fou might f^Call

^FBut, you^C got my ^Fhard h^Amead An^Gd your ^Cmother's g^Frace ^FAll the l^Cikeness o^Ff the l^Amoved ones ^Gright there^C in your f^Face ^FAnd I k^Cnow in^F the en^Cd you'll^Am be who y^Gou will ^Fbe

^AmSleep ^E7tight, ^CChelsea K^Fay ^AmYou can a^Clways c^Fount on ^Cme