Jeff Lynne - Forecast

The forecast ^Gmiserable to gl^Emoomy, ^Covercast t^Go grim The outlook ^Bsadly bleak to ^Emgale force, c^Amold hard rain or w^Cind ^GIf you could get a t^F#micket to the pl^Ebace you wann^Ema be ^CWhere would you be n^Emow, girl? ^CWhere would you ^Gbe? ^{Bm Em}

^GDeep depression looming ^Emover, p^Cushing to the s^Ghore Raining o^Bmn the wooden f^Emaces, raining ^Amon t^Ahe wooden ^Cfloor ^GSail out into ^Dnothing, way b^Beyond the shining ^Emsea ^CWhere would you be ^Emnow, girl? ^CWhere would you b^Ge.^D.. ^Emgirl? ^GBe.^Bm.. g^Emirl?

^AbWhere would you be? [Verse 3] ^GThe rain is gonna ^Emfall down on ^CPersperation ^Galley ^BmThe clouds will shed their ^Emtears, ^Amupon the high and ^Cmighty ^GFly a new ^Dhorizon, to the ^Bdream you'll never ^Emleave ^CWhere would you be ^Emnow, girl? ^CWhere would you ^Gbe.^D.. ^Emgirl? Where would you ^Gbe.^D.. ^Emgirl? Where would you ^Gbe.^Bm.. ^Emgirl?

^DWhere would you be? (Where would you be ^Bbnow?) ^{Gm F}Where would you be? ^AbmWhere would you be? ^AbmWhere would you be? ^Abm(Where would you be?)