Joel Plaskett - Compete with loneliness

The ^Gdays are high, the ^Bmnights are low I ^Emlisten to the ^Amradio And ^CI might hear some^Done I know Your ^Ghair is blond, your ^Bmeyes are blue This ^Emmuch I know, these ^Amthings are true You've been ^Cgone so long I don't ^Dknow what to do With my^Gself, when you ^Bmcall ^EmStaring at a crumbling ^Amwall ^CFeeling like a wrecking ^Dball

^CWhere you been? Don't ^Cmake me guess You ^Emknow my dear, I ^Dmust confess You ^Amcan't compete with ^Cloneliness

The ^Gweeks are months, the ^Bmmonths are years The ^Emdays are rolling ^Amdown like tears Is ^Cloneliness your ^Donly fear? Did you ^Glose your way? Did you ^Bmlose your mind? Did you ^Emlose the nerve to ^Ampress rewind? ^CSpinning forward ^Dall the time Is that ^Gyou down the ^Bmhall? ^EmStaring through the bedroom ^Amwall ^CSwinging like a wrecking ^Dball

^CWhere you been? Don't ^Cmake me guess You ^Emknow my dear, I ^Dmust confess You ^Amcan't compete with ^Cloneliness