Gregory Alan Isakov - All there is

^DAll the lights have changed, coming back into the city, ^BmDriving ^Ghomeward ^Dslow.

^DShimmer like you do to me, we laugh at all the changing trees, ^Bmautumn is ^Gfallin’ down^D again out of this ^Gblue Sunday dream ^D

^DCome to me with your smoky mouth, raindrops fall on this old town, it’s been ^Bm me and you^G’ve who’ve been fall^Din’ round. Well I ^Bmlied to you when I ^Gknocked upon your ^Ddoor. See, ^BmI was nowhere ^Gnear your neighbor^Dhood.

But if this is ^Emall in our minds, it’^Gs all in our minds, honey would you^D mind getting ou^At of mine. If this is ^Emall in our heads n^Gow its screaming red, watching the ^Dleaves fall down, and laugh at us ins^F#tead.

Hm^Gm, hm^Bmmm. Hm^Gm, hm mm mm^Dm.