Jackson Browne - Late for the sky

^COf the words that all've been ^Gspoken, somehow the ^Ffeeling still wasn't ^Cright, ^Fand still we ^Amcontinued ^Gon through the ^Fnight.^C Tracing our steps from the be^Gginning, till they ^Fvanished into the ^Cair. ^FTrying to understand how ^Amour live ^Ghad let us ^Ffail. ^C

^FLooking hard ^Aminto your eyes, there was ^Gnobody ^FI'd ever ^Gknown. Such an empty ^Fsurprise ^Amto feel so ^Galone.

Now for ^Cme, some words come ^Geasy but I know that ^Fthey don't mean that ^Cmuch, ^Fcompared with the ^Amthings that they say ^Gwhen lovers ^Ctouch. ^CYou'll never knew what I ^Gloved in you, I don't know ^Fwhat you loved in ^Cme. ^FMaybe the picture of some^Ambody you will ^Ghope that I might ^Fbe. ^C

^FAwake again, I ^Amcan't pretend and I ^Gknow I am ^Cal^Gone. And ^Fclose to the ^Amend of the feeling we've ^Gkn^Cow^Gn. ^FHow long have I been ^Csleeping' ^FHow long have I been ^Amdrifting al^Gone through the ^Cnight' ^FHow long have I been ^Amdreaming I ^Gcould make it right if I ^Cclose my eyes and try ^Fwith all my might to be the ^Amone you need ...

^FAwake again, I ^Amcan't pretend and I ^Gknow I am ^Cal^Gone. And ^Fclose to the ^Amend of the feeling we've ^Gkn^Cow^Gn. ^FHow long have I been ^Csleeping' ^FHow long have I been ^Amdrifting al^Gone through the ^Cnight' ^FHow long have I been ^Amrunning for ^Gthat morning flight through the whispering ^Cpromises in the ^Fchanging light of the ^Cbed where we both ^Glie, late for the ^Csky.