Jeffrey Foucault - Far from me

As the cafe was ^Cclosing On a warm summer ^Dnight ^CCathy was cleaning the spoons ^G The ^Cradio played^G the hit para^Emde ^A And I hummed along with the ^Dtune ^D7 She ^Casked me to change the ^Gstation She said the ^Csong just drove her in^Dsane But it wasn't^G the music ^Cplaying It was me^D that she was trying to ^Gblame

And the ^Csky is black and ^Gstill now On the ^Chill where the angels ^Dsing Ain't it ^Cfunny how an old broken ^Gbottle Looks just like a ^Ddiamond ^Gring And its ^Cfar, ^Dfar from ^Gme

Well, I leaned on my left leg^C In the parking lot ^Ddirt ^CCathy was closing the ^Glights A ^CJune bug flew^G from the warmth he once ^Emknew And ^AI wished for once I wasn't ^Dright ^D7 Why ^Cwe used to laugh to^Ggether And we'd ^Cdance to any old ^Dsong You ^Gknow, she still laughs ^Cwith me But she waits^D just a second to ^Glong

The ^Csky is black and ^Gstill now On the ^Chill where the angels ^Dsing Ain't it ^Cfunny how an old broken ^Gbottle Looks just like a ^Ddiamond ^Gring And its ^Cfar, ^Dfar from ^Gme

Well, I started the engine^C And I gave it some gas^D And ^CCathy was closing her ^Gpurse We ^Chadn't gone far^G in my beat up old ^Emcar And ^AI was prepared for the ^Dworst ^D7 "^CWill you still see me to^Gmorrow?" "^CNo, I've got too much to ^Ddo" Well, a ^Gquestion ain't really a ^Cquestion When ^Dyou know the answer ^Gtoo

And the ^Csky is black and ^Gstill now On the ^Chill where the angels ^Dsing Ain't it ^Cfunny how an old broken ^Gbottle Looks just like a ^Ddiamond ^Gring And its ^Cfar, ^Dfar from ^Gme