Matt Costa - The road

D^Fon't t^Calk, do^Gn't say no^Cthin I've ju^Fst packed my th^Cings and I'm he^Gaded for so^Cmthin But w^Amhere I'm g^Goin, well I d^Fon't really k^Cnow The r^Foad is ca^Cllin so I^G've got to ^Cgo Yes, the r^Amoad is ca^Gllin so I^F've got to ^Cgo

^FWe bid fare^Cwell as the w^Ginds blew like ^Chell Said ^Amwe'd meet ^Gagain like some ^Fstorybook ^Ctale But no we ^Amdon't ^Gtalk, we ^Fdon't say ^Cnothin I'll ^Fjust pack my ^Cthings and go ^Gheaded for ^Csomethin But ^Amwhere I's ^Gheaded, well I ^Fdidn't really ^Csay The ^Froad was ^Ccallin and ^GI's on my ^Cway Yes, the ^Amroad was ^Gcallin and ^FI's on my ^Cway

So ^Fdon't ^Ctalk, ^Gdon't say ^Cnothin I'll ^Fjust grab my ^Cthings and ^Gpretend like there's ^Cnothin Be^Amtween us no ^Gmore, as I ^Fwalked out the ^Cdoor She ^Fclosed it ^Cbehind me and ^Gcried on the ^Cfloor And I ^Amcouldn't ^Gtalk, no I ^Fcouldn't say ^Cnothin I'll ^Fjust close my ^Ceyes and head ^Gblindly towards ^Csomethin Cause ^Amwhere I'm ^Ggoin, well I ^Fdon't really ^Cknow The ^Froad is ^Ccallin so ^GI've got to ^Cgo Yes, the ^Froad is ^Ccallin so ^GI've got to ^Cgo