Nickel Creek - Green and gray

^AI'm in a room full of people, hanging on one person's ^C#mbreath. ^GWe would all vote him most likely to be loved to ^Bmdeath. ^AI hope he still wants it, but it might remind him o^C#mf when, ^Ghe aimed for the bulls eye and hit it nine times out of ^Aten.

^AThat one time his hand slipped, and I saw the dart sail ^C#maway. ^GI don't know where it landed, but I'm guessing between green a^Bmnd gray. ^AWell I thought nothing of it, but it still haunts him li^C#mke a ghost. With a^Gll eyes upon him, except two that matter the m^Aost.

He says "G^Areen i^Bs the color that ^Deveryone ^F#msees ^Dall around^E me. ^AGray ^Bis the color I ^Dsee around h^F#mer, and s^Ehe's just a ^Ablur." The ^Dmore the ^C#mcrowd cheers, the ^Bmless I can ^Ahear and they ^F#mdon't really care what I ^C#mplay. It ^Dmight be for ^C#mher, but for ^Bmnow it's betwe^Een green and g^Aray.

We ^Apaid and we cheered. Now we're gone and to us that feels ^C#mright. But for^G him every one of those evenings turns into a ^Bmnight. With an^Aother hotel room where he lays awake to pr^C#metend that ^Ghe's doing fine with his notebook and discman for f^Ariends.

He says "G^Areen i^Bs the color that ^Deveryone ^F#msees ^Dall around^E me. ^AGray ^Bis the color I ^Dsee around h^F#mer, and s^Ehe's just a ^Ablur." ^DNight after n^C#might what I ^Bmhear, what I wr^Aite fills the ^F#mroom and my head starts to s^C#mway. It m^Dight be for h^C#mer, but for ^Bmnow it's betw^Eeen green and g^Aray.

I ^Awant you to love me, he whispers, unable to s^C#mpeak. And he wonders aloud^G why feelings so strong make the body so w^Bmeak. ^AThen he awoke. Now he's scared to death somebody h^C#meard. ^GIf it was you, and you know her, please don't say a ^Aword.