John Mark McMillan - Love at the end of the world

^AmOut of

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the g^Caslight Off the r^Amoads we've traveled on ^C Down by the ways^Amide

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^C Against the shee^Amn of a Babyl^Con I've seen an empi^Amre

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^C Taste the temp^Amest of a gathering strong ^C G-F Am But I found love at the end of the world (really hold out the “I” in these stanzas; you have to fit two chords over it) My rabbit's runn^Aming

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^C On the s^Amtreet hot heels of Rome ^C My hour's com^Aming to reconcile with the dawn ^C

^AmI I'm on the bri^Cnk ^AmI I'm on the bri^Cnk ^AmI I'm on the brin^Ck G-F Am But I found love at the end of the world

^FTell the reaper Tell the^C repo man^{G F}I've got nothing that belongs^C to hi^Gm ^FRuin pushes rubble in the city of^C sin ^G G-F Am But I found love at the end of the world

Out of the good^Am night

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^C I was bo^Amrn into your arms ^C Like you're my countr^Amy

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^C Like you're the hills ^Amwhere I belong ^C Out of that goo^Amd night (I'm^C on the brink) I was bo^Amrn into your arms (^CI'm on the brink) You are my count^Amry (I'm on^C the brink) Like the hills where I f^Gou^Fnd love at the end of the world ^Am

^FTell the reaper Tell the^C repo man^{G F}I've got nothing that belongs^C to hi^Gm ^FRuin pushes rubble in the city of^C sin ^G G-F Am But I found love at the end of the world