Gene Clark - In a misty morning

^CI came into town ^Amon a Monday m^Forning ^DmThe tall buildings ^Gbreaking up the city ^Csky ^CThe streets were wet ^Amit had just been ^Fpouring Like the ^Cclouds above the ^Amstorm just had to ^Fcry ^{C G C C}I trained my eye ^Amon a police c^Fruiser ^DmI watched and I ^Ggulped as he passed me ^Cby ^CI looked around ^Amto see the street lights c^Fhanging And a ^Cvoice down deep ^Aminside me asked me w^Fhy ^GRunning through my thoughts Were the memories of the ^Fdays that I had l^Ceft behind ^GWay down in my soul were the hope That better ^Fdays were always ^Cthere to find ^G The fog rolled ^Cin ^Amand the lights grew ^Fdimmer ^DmAnd the sound of the city ^Gstreets seemed ^Camplified In the misty ^Cmorning ^Amwhen it had just been ^Fpouring Like the ^Cclouds above the ^Amstorm just had to ^Fcry^{C G C G C C}Like the clouds ^C7above the ^Fstorm just ^Chad to cry ^{F C}