Kezia Gill - Dead ends and detours

^AmFlipping back the pages looking f^Cor the good advice ^DSearching through the rubble, searching for the life ^AmTrying to figure out at what p^Coint the journey changed ^DWhy promises of sunlight left me dancing in the rain ^{Am D}

^FThose dark days make a r^Gight way, l^Ameave ^FThose wrong turns taught me the l^Gessons ^GTo let me ^Ebe

^AmDead ends and d^Cetours, g^Going off the beaten t^Drack ^AmDead ends and de^Ctours, n^Go I aint going ^Dback ^DI’ll find my ^Amway, m^Cy way, i^Gll find my w^Day ^DIll find my w^Amay my ^Cway, ill^G find my way^D

^AmEvery bad decision every ^Ctime I shouldn’t say ^DThey chew you up and spit you out and send you on your way ^AmTurn around and looking back on ^Ceverything you’ve done ^DThen close your eyes and realise the best is yet to come ^{Am D}

^FThose dark days make a r^Gight way, l^Ameave ^FThose wrong turns taught me the l^Gessons ^GTo let me ^Ebe

^AmDead ends and d^Cetours, g^Going off the beaten t^Drack ^AmDead ends and de^Ctours, n^Go I aint going ^Dback ^DI’ll find my ^Amway, m^Cy way, i^Gll find my w^Day ^DIll find my w^Amay my ^Cway, ill^G find my way^D