Jack Conte - The way it was before

^AmHear it when I crunch the ^Amleaves on the ground ^AmImagine it's me, once g^Dmreen soon brown ^AmAnd the wind will howl but ^EI won't make no ^Amsound

^AmAfter we pass th^Amrough this circus ^AmAfter they have ^Dmswept the floor ^AmIt'll all go back to the ^Eway it was bef^Amore

^AmI keep myself distracted with the mirror pen ^AmI store the words on paper inst^Dmead of my head It's like a ^Amcold glass of milk When me and ^Emy stomach ache are s^Amtuck in bed

^AmWhat if all the crazies are really sane ^AmThey see something that the r^Dmest of us can't ^AmAnd I'll never feel the pain ^EOf having to fade a^Amway

^AmAfter we pass th^Amrough this circus ^AmAfter they have ^Dmswept the floor ^AmIt'll all go back to the ^Eway it was bef^Amore

^DmI'm fine being by mys^Amelf ^AmNot wasting wishes on w^Eomen ^EWhen I'm throwing pennies in ^Amthe well

^DmI'm fine being by mys^Amelf I still got my tong^Eue, don't I? ^EAnd a story to ^Amtell

^AmAfter we pass th^Amrough this circus ^AmAfter they have ^Dmswept the floor ^AmIt'll all go back to the ^Eway it was bef^Amore

^AmAfter we pass th^Amrough this circus ^AmAfter they have ^Dmswept the floor ^AmIt'll all go back to the ^Eway it was bef^Amore

^AmIt'll all go back to the ^Eway it was bef^Amore ^AmIt'll all go back to the ^Eway it was bef^Amore ^AmIt'll all go back to the ^Eway it was bef^Amore