My Morning Jacket - Golden

^CWatchin' a stretch of road, ^Bbmiles of light explode ^Fdriftin' off a thing I'd never ^Bbdone before ^CWatchin' a crowd roll in, ^Bbout go the lights it begins ^Fa feelin' in my bones I never ^Bbfelt before

^DPeople always t^Cold, that b^Fars are dark and lon^Bbely and talk is often ^Ccheap and filled with a^Fir ^DSure sometimes they t^Chrill, but no^Fthin' could ever c^Bbhill like the way they make the t^Cime just disappe^Far

^CFeelin' you are here again, ^Bbhot on my skin again ^Ffeelin good a thing, I'd never ^Bbknown before ^Cwhat does it mean to feel, m^Bbillions of dreams come real ^Fa feelin' in my soul, I'd never f^Bbelt before mmm

^DAnd you always t^Cold, no m^Fatter how long it h^Bbolds if it falls apartor makes us mi^Cllonaires ^{F D}You'll be right here f^Corever, we'll go t^Fhru this thing toge^Bbther and on heaven's golden s^Chore we'll lay our head^Fs