Jd Souther - Its the same

^EIn the crowded part of ^Aheaven ^A9there's ^Eroom enough for ^Apain ^A9 On the ^C#mlonely ^Bside of l^Aiving witho^Eut you it's the ^Bsame With my ^Eback against the ^Awindo^A9w it's ^Ehard to see the s^Atreet^A9 So the ^C#mtime just goes ^Bby in ^Aminutes and the ^Erain comes ^Bdown in ^Esheets You can't go ^Ahome ^Bagai^En your ^Atreated ^Blike a me^Emory ^F#mIt's just ^Bplace you use to ^Ebe The past will l^Aose ^{B E}you and ^Aabu^Bse ^Eyou It's j^F#ust about to take it's toll on ^F#mme ^B7 When the ^Egates are standing ^Aopen^A9 and my ^Esoul's too weak to ^Afly^A9 When that ^C#msilver ^Bblue turns ^Agolden by and ^Eby ^E7 Oh Angel^Aine ^{D E A D E}