Mark Erelli - Almost home

How many m^Giles did we travel down that ^Croad? Searching all the wh^Dile ^C for a place to call our^G own ^{Cadd9 G} So young and hypn^Cotized by the stars in our ^Deyes^Ddim How could ^Emwe have ^Dever kn^A7own? We were almost ^Dhome We ^Cwere almost h^Gome

How many ^Gtimes did we go on tempting f^Cate 'til it sends you a ^Dsign ^C you can't ant^Gicipate ^{Cadd9 G} Now the lesson has been l^Cearned Our love has tu^Drned^Ddim From a j^Emewel into^D a sto^A7ne We were almost h^Dome W^Ce were almost h^Gome

^B7Love Never La^Csts Like an o^Dld an old photogr^Gaph Where the col^Amors slowly f^C6ade to shades of ^Am6gray

Love is a p^Glace where you go when day is ^Cdone Love is in the ^Dface ^C of the old and the yo^Gung ^{Cadd9 G} Love knows nothing but the w^Cheel of aluminum and st^Deel ^Ddim Travelling ^Emdown that ^Dgravel r^A7oad We were almost ^Dhome We^C were almost h^Gome Almost ho^Dme W^Ce were almost h^Gome Almost h^Dome ^CWe were almost h^Gome