The .357 STring Band - Stillest hour

^GFour long years spent, lot a tears shed no ^Cno one sees them ^Dno one but ^GI.

^GCigarette butts and empty cups is all that is ^Cstaying ^Dright by my ^Gside and now ^CIm waiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour

^GWhole damn day spent, not a word said, no ^Cnot a dime spent ^Djust waiting for ^Gnight ^GCause all that action, that surrounds my life ^Ccouldn't match that racket ^Dinside my ^Gmind and now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour

^GAnd now I'm seeking that dreamless sleeping ^Cwhen I stop deceiving ^Djust for a ^Gwhile ^GCause everyone your meeting is so misleading ^Cnow I'm receding ^Dinto my ^Gmind and now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour

now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour