Ryan Hutchens - A house and a porch

^G I had a ^Cfeeling.^G My heart on my ^B7sleeve. ^Em A house and a ^Cporch. ^G A love ^Dbigger than ^Gme. ^G I missed^C the mee^Gting. I failed t^B7o believe. ^Em A thing set in^C motion^G is hard ^Dto retrieve.^G

^C Like a house and a ^Gporch. ^C How we’re born into the ^Gdark. ^C How I couldn’t ask for ^Gmore than to ^Dcarry what the ^Cother can’t pick ^Gup.

^G I had a ^Cproblem, ^G with stretching the ^B7truth ^Em and seeing the ^Cworld, ^G as un^Dfortunate ^Gnews. ^G I looked with my ^Chands. ^G I kept close my ^B7eyes. ^Em I drank with my ^Chead down.^G I ^Dtold little ^Glies.

^C Like a house and a ^Gporch. ^C How we’re born into the ^Gdark. ^C How I couldn’t ask for ^Gmore than to ^Dcarry what the ^Cother can’t pick ^Gup.

^G If I had a ^Clove now, ^G she’d have a ^B7way ^Em of keeping the ^Cdarkness, ^{G D}apart from the ^Gday, ^G and I’d keep her ^Cnear me, ^G because now I ^B7believe ^Em a thing set in ^Cmotion, ^G is ^Dhard to re^Gtrieve.

^C Like a house and a ^Gporch. ^C How we’re born into the ^Gdark. ^C How I couldn’t ask for ^Gmore than to ^Dcarry what the ^Cother can’t pick ^Gup.