Misc Your Songs - John wiebe - home

^GWake up, d^Cadd9reaming. ^GAnother day has^Cadd9 passed you^G by. You don’t^Cadd9 feel the same now, like t^Ghe time you fel^Dt alive. And you could ^Cadd9be free

They say that, h^Gome is where the ^Cadd9heart is. But, I^G don’t f^Cadd9eel the s^Dame. T^Gime is wh^Cadd9at’s fleeting. I wanna ^Gturn ^Cadd9around and g^Do, back home

^GHave you t^Cadd9ried, to a^Gdjust. To wh^Cadd9o you, have ^Gto be. I don’^Cadd9t know. What I ^Gcan do, to help yo^Du right. All’s I can ^Cadd9say is

They say that, h^Gome is where the h^Cadd9eart is. But, I ^Gdon’t ^Cadd9feel the^D same^G. Time^Cadd9 is what’s fleeting. I ^Gwanna turn ^Cadd9around and g^Do, back home

If you t^Gold me, I’d be ^Cadd9easy. I’d have to di^Dsagree. Making ch^Ganges, to who I ^Cadd9used to be, isn’t e^Dasy

They say that, h^Gome is where the ^Cadd9heart is. But, I ^Gdon’t f^Cadd9eel the s^Dame. ^GTime is^Cadd9 what’s fleeting. ^GI wanna turn ^Cadd9around and g^Do, back home.