Gregory Alan Isakov - The moon was red and dangerous

^Cwater street is just the same ^Emoh, honey come back to me ^Fyou see it's lonely and grey i^Cn the city ^Cbut oh the sun will surely rise, ^Emwarm my clothes, and warm your eyes ^Ffrom the treacherous night, ^Chow the moon was ^Gred and dang^Ferous

^Ccome back ya hear, ^Fall the loneliest s^Ctories will fade^{G F}I still see your ^Cface…on the grou^Gnd ^Amnow there's no one around