Gabrielle Aplin - Coming home

I wo^Bbnder where my friend has gone I w^Ebonder where it all went wrong ^BbWas there something that I should have k^Fnown? I ^Bblooked for him in Amsterdam I c^Ebried for him in Birmingham ^BbWondered if he’s e^Fver coming ^Bbhome

Coming ^Ebhome, coming ^Bbhome S^Gmtanding under^Cneath the sky With n^Fothing of my own ^EbI'm here picking flowers But all my s^Bbeeds are left ^Ebunsown ^GmBetter off if^F he was coming^Bb ho-oh^Eb-ome ^BbBetter off if h^Fe was coming h^Bbome

H^Bbad a man, tall and fine I^Eb left him by an old road sign ^BbTold him I was off to ^FMexico W^Bbith my feet on the track A^Ebnd your shadow on my back ^BbWondered if I'm ev^Fer coming h^Bbome

Coming ^Ebhome, coming ^Bbhome S^Gmtanding under^Cneath the sky With n^Fothing of my own ^EbI'm here picking flowers But all my s^Bbeeds are left ^Ebunsown ^GmBetter off if ^Fhe was coming ^Bbho-oh-^Ebome ^BbBetter off if h^Fe was coming h^Bbome Bb Eb Bb F Bb Eb Bb F Bb