Frank Turner - The way i tend to be

^CSome mornings I pray for ev^Gening, ^DFor the day to be do^Cmaj7ne. ^CSome summer days I hide a^Gway ^DAnd wait for rain to co^Cmaj7me. ^CIt turns out hell will not be fo^Gund ^DWithin the fires bel^Cmaj7ow, ^CBut in making do and muddling t^Ghrough ^DWhen you've nowhere else to g^Cmaj7o.

But th^Cen I re^Gmember y^Dou, And the w^Cay you shine like t^Gruth in all you ^Ddo. And if you ^Cremem^Gbered ^Dme, You could s^Cave me from the^G way I tend t^Do be.

^CSome days I wake up dazed my de^Gar, ^DAnd I don't know where I^Cmaj7 am. ^CI've been running now so long I'm sc^Gared ^DI've forgotten how to st^Cmaj7and. ^CI stand alone in airport b^Gars ^DAnd gather thoughts to thi^Cmaj7nk: ^CThat if all I had was one long ro^Gad ^DIt could drive a man to dr^Cmaj7ink.

But th^Cen I re^Gmember y^Dou, And the w^Cay you shine like t^Gruth in all you ^Ddo. And if you ^Cremem^Gbered ^Dme, You could s^Cave me from the^G way I tend t^Do be.

Because I^Am've said I ^Glove you ^Cso many ^Dtimes that the ^Emwords kinda^D/F# die in my ^Gmouth. And I ^Ammeant it each ^Gtime with each ^Cbeautiful ^Dwoman but s^Emomehow it ^D/F#never works o^Gut. ^AmYou stood apa^Grt in ^Cmy callous^Ded heart, and you ^Emtaught me and ^D/F#here's what I l^Gearned: That l^Amove is ab^Gout the ^Cchanges you ^Dmake and not ^Emjust t^D/F#hree small ^Gwords.

And then I ^Ccatch m^Gysel^Df Ca^Ctching your s^Gcent on someone e^Dlse In a c^Crowd^Ged s^Dpace And it t^Cakes me somewhere ^GI cannot quite p^Dlace.

But th^Cen I re^Gmember y^Dou, And the w^Cay you shine like t^Gruth in all you ^Ddo. And if you ^Cremem^Gbered ^Dme, You could s^Cave me from the^G way I tend t^Do be.