Gene Clark - In a misty morning

^DI came into town ^Bmon a Monday m^Gorning ^EmThe tall buildings ^Abreaking up the city ^Dsky ^DThe streets were wet ^Bmit had just been ^Gpouring Like the ^Dclouds above the ^Bmstorm just had to ^Gcry ^{D A D D}I trained my eye ^Bmon a police c^Gruiser ^EmI watched and I ^Agulped as he passed me ^Dby ^DI looked around ^Bmto see the street lights c^Ghanging And a ^Dvoice down deep ^Bminside me asked me w^Ghy ^ARunning through my thoughts Were the memories of the ^Gdays that I had l^Deft behind ^AWay down in my soul were the hope That better ^Gdays were always ^Dthere to find ^A The fog rolled ^Din ^Bmand the lights grew ^Gdimmer ^EmAnd the sound of the city ^Astreets seemed ^Damplified In the misty ^Dmorning ^Bmwhen it had just been ^Gpouring Like the ^Dclouds above the ^Bmstorm just had to ^Gcry^{D A D A D D}Like the clouds ^D7above the ^Gstorm just ^Dhad to cry ^{G D}