Max Jury - Great american novel

^G#mThere's a story in your v^Eoice ^{F# G#m}And in the way you say goodn^Eight^{F# G#m}Leaves me wanting m^Eore ^{F# G#m}It lingers in my m^Eind ^ELingers in my m^Bind

^BIt was the go^Elden age Of being l^Bost in love You wrote the p^Eerfect page Then you r^D#mipped it up You ripped it^F# up

^BNow I'm waiting for a t^G#mrain From New York to ^C#7Boston It's not supposed to be this way ^E It's not su^F#pposed to be this w^Bay

^BIt's the price I have to p^G#may Throw roses at the ^C#7rich girls And I start to feel okay^E When I start to fe^F#el okay ^G#m

^G#mThere's a song inside my he^Ead ^{F# G#m}It plays on constantly^{E F# G#m}Loud enough to wake the de^Ead ^{F# G#m}It's a song for you and m^Ee ^EIt's a song for you and ^Bme

^BThose were the sleep^Eless nights Learning to m^Bake love And all the s^Eunken eyes Of being ^D#mtoo far gone Too far go^G#mne ^F#7

^BNow I'm waiting for a tr^G#ain From New York to Bo^C#7ston It's not supposed to be this w^Eay It's not su^F#pposed to be this w^Bay

^BIt's the price I have to ^G#mpay Throw roses at the rich^C#7 girls And I start to feel o^Ekay And I start to feel o^C#7kay I start to feel ok^Eay It's the pr^F#ice I have to p^Bay