Soul Asylum - New york blackout

When you ^Cchew my ^Gear off, ^Ctry and let me ^Fknow, you will ^Cnever get a^Gnother piece of ^Cme 'Cause in a ^CNew York ^Gblackout ^Cthings go kinda ^Fslow, and you ^Cmiss the things you ^Gnever thought you'd ^Csee There's ^Gstill so many ^Cthings I want to be, some^Ftimes I just don't ^Ceven want to ^Gsleep In a ^CNew York ^Gblackout ^Cit's so hard to ^Fsee all the ^Cangels that are ^Glooking after ^Cme The ^Glights fell soft, the ^Cwater in your eyes, and the ^Fdead lift there ^Cheads and come a^Glive And ^CI may never es^Gcape this darkened ^Bbcity, but ^Cstill I'm trying to ^Gfind you in this ^Bbblackout^{Am Bb F} Where it's ^Cwarm in^Gside and ^Calways open ^Flate and the ^Cdoors to hell look ^Gjust like heavens ^Cgate And you ^Cnever ^Gknow what ^Cgoing on in^Fside 'til you ^Cstep out in the ^Gcold and seal your ^Cfate ^GYou might just stop ^Cin and say hello but you've ^Fgot much more im^Cportant places to ^Ggo Make ^Fsure you let ^Ceverybody ^Gknow And ^CI may never en^Glight this darkened ^Bbcity, ^Cstill I'm trying to ^Gfind you in this ^Bbblackout In this ^Amblackout, in this ^G#blackout^G

In a ^CNew York ^Gblackout ^Cyou might think I'm ^Fgone but I'll ^Cwake up on the ^Gfront steps of your ^Cdoor