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[Intro] x4 E C A [Verse 1]
Morning after sEnowstorm Stand in the silence Almost feel reCborn all alone on the Astreet It's a certain sort of sEtillness when the quiet surrounds you The Conly sound your shovel on Aconcrete
I remember F#those piles from the snAow plows always seemed much F#bigger back when EI was a Akid Pushed all of the F#snow to the end of the Adriveway I was the F#only person Eup in the Aneighborhood
[Verse 2]
Morning after sEnowstorm I turned the igCnition and I started my Acar Morning after sEnowstorm I scraped off my Cwindshield with the edge of aA credit card
I remember F#mthat drive into Awork Still can hear the F#mvoice coming Eover the Aradio Listen to our F#mexperts give the Abest tips for the F#mnext time you eEntertain Adinner guests
[Chorus 1]
I thought of the daBmy in a tAie in the kitchen I Bmsat and I wAatched you put Gmake-up on Thought of the daBmy in the bAasement when I played Ghouse I felt ashBmamed that I'd sAtayed in my head in the Bmsame place Afor so Glong Because I was afraid to Gchange But that's Anot an excuse to sGtay
[Verse 3]
Morning after Dsnowstorm I climbed up on the sEnowbank and I stared at the Bmneighborhood Morning after Dsnowstorm I think I finally understEood what they meant when they Bmsaid there's a calm after the F#mstorm
[Bridge]
E Saw my grandpa at his workbench building grandma's boF#mokshelf G Watched a woman walk her trash out to the street F# Father alone on the highway E I heard the salt trucks and neighbors off to F#mwork Saw my mother Saw how history Gloops around all of these moments and then I saw yBmou
[Chorus 2]
In a Adress there with your Bmeyes open Awide to put Gmake-up on Thought of the dBmay in the Abasement that I played Ghouse And I felt ashBmamed I'd ignAored all the hands that exBmtended befAore and arGound me Because I was afraid to Gchange But that's nAot an excuse to Gstay It's nAot an excuse