Ira Wolf - Alive

There's a ^Gman around the corner, he's been asking me for change and I could ^Bmuse some Think I could ^Cuse some, sometimes all these things slow ^Gme down ^E Like the ^Gconcrete that's been sticking to the bottom of my shoes ^BmSoles worn and tired, have started wearing through I can ^Cfeel them, heavier ^Gnow ^D Theres a ^Ghole here in my pocket it reminds me of the ways I am ^Bmhungry Always ^Crunning, for an open ^Gdoor ^{D C}

On the ^Ghighway heavy-hearted, humming just to hear a sound ^BmLoneliness it lingers through unfamiliar towns All of ^Cthem stunning, but none of ^Gthem ho^Dme And I ^Cdon't know if I live like this for ^Gpeace of ^Dmind ^EmCan't say if I ^Cdo it for the ^Gfoolish ^Dpride ^EmMaybe its all ^Cjust to ^Gprove ^Dthat ^EmI'm ^Dal^Cive I'm ^Cmaj7alive ^{Cm6 Cm}

So I ^Gtell my^Aself I'm ^Embrave ^C I swear that ^GI'm bold, but ^AI'm a^Emfraid it isn't ^Cso Maybe ^AmI'm nothing ^Cm more than a^Emloooo^Cmaj7oooooo^Gone^{Em C G Em} Am I ^Crunning just to ^Grun ^{D Em}Sometimes its seems ^Crunning is ^Gall I've ever ^Ddone But is there ^Emsomething more to ^Csettle for that ^GI have ^Dgiven ^Aup Does this ^Cfickle heart ^Dfeel trapped ^Cin love ^{G D}

Is there ^Emsomething more to ^Csettle for, have ^GI just ^Dgiven ^Aup? ^GDoes my ^Cfickle heart ^Dstill believe in ^Clove^{Cm G}