Gregory Alan Isakov - This empty northern hemisphere

S^Bbmoke it flies from whisky mouths / vagabonds walk this suitcase to^Fwn s^Bbummer left us beckoning / the cottonwoods were all worn ou^Ft n^Bbight comes fixing on the day / and the universe reigned aga^Fin while the wh^Dmeels ro^Fll, to find a ^Bbflickering ^Dmlight

W^Bbhile you were sl^Feeping i was the ^Cturning the ^Gmdials and i wall^Bbed up your k^Fingdom with radio wi^Cres ^Gm and the bel^Bbls of the ch^Foir came in^C low an^Gmd rumbling ..aw, you should-a heard th^Bbem...

Liv^Bbing here in this city on fire, well i’ve been^F fine just da^Bbncing drunk above the street / me the ghost of carol^Fine and th^Bbat was me, ya know, calling up above / from the steeples in the church y^Fard watch the whe^Dmels ro^Fll to find a^Bbnother place ^Gmhome

W^Bbhile you were s^Fleeping, you ^Cbet that i might ^Gm w^Bbalk this e^Fmpty no^Crthern ^Gmhemisphere wide and the k^Bbingdom it c^Fame, well it ^Call fell ^Gmdown it all fell to d^Bbust / and it all fell...

W^Bbhile you were sl^Feeping i was the ^Cturning the ^Gmdials w^Bbalk this e^Fmpty n^Corthern^Gm hemisphere wide..^Bb.