John Gorka - Writing in the margins

I'm ^Cwriting in the margins ^EmNotes to me and you 'Cause the ^Fpages are all filled With new ^Gorders coming through

I am ^Cwriting in the margins ^EmNotes to you and me So ^Fmaybe we'll remember The good that ^Gdidn't have to be

I am ^Cwriting in the margins 'Cause our ^Emdays are spoken for And your ^Fnights are with the restless Who were ^Gbroken in this war

I ^Amstood twice and carried once And ^Emyes, I choose to serve But there ^Fis no glory in it And my ^Gvoice goes mostly un^Cheard

We ^Cgo when we are called And hope there's ^Emwisdom in the voice And we ^Ffall back on our training When the ^Gmoment leaves no choice

I am ^Cwriting in the margins Getting ^Emcloser to the edge I am ^Frunning out my time I am ^Gwalking on a ledge

I am ^Cwriting in the margins A ^Emhorse that's going blind Staying ^Ffocused on my mission And at^Gtached to my behind

I am ^Cwriting in the margins Listing ^Emall I need to fix You know my ^Fjob is still in transport Today, ^Gtwenty tons of bricks

There's ^Cnot a lot of rich boys Wearing ^EmDCU's and sand But I'll ^Fthink about that later When I ^Gmake it home again_^C__

I am ^Cwriting in the margins In the ^Emoutskirts of this town ^FPeeking up at you On the ^Gday you wore that gown

I ^Cguess I'll try to sleep now When I ^Emget this off to you Knowing ^Fthere is at least one thing In this ^Gworld that still is true

I am ^Cwriting in the margins ^Em I am ^Fwriting in the margins ^G I am ^Cwriting in the margins ^Em I am ^Fwriting in the margins ^G I am ^Cwriting in the margins ^Em I am ^Fwriting in the margins ^{G Dm G Dm G C}