Warren Sroka - American folk song

^GThe days are getting sho^Drter; the wind has found her te^Ceth, ^EmI think I’m supposed to be somewhere back east ^GAnd I dr^Dive alone with my m^Cind, fighting th^Emoughts of this kind ^G In the d^Darkness all these n^Caked empty streets ^EmI’m free to just breathe. ^GShe said oh, the k^Ding of random phone calls^C, ^EmI explained its just this time a' year ^GThese awkward convers^Dations is constant isol^Cations, and th^Emis town is bringing me down

^GJust an^Cother Am^Emerican f^Colk song ^GWritten f^Cor an^Emother Am^Derican g^Girl ^GJust an^Cother Am^Emerican dr^Ceamer ^GJust an^Cother A^Emmeric^Dan fal^Gl

^GSo drop me a l^Dine ohh if you can f^Cind the time, ^{Em Em}I'd love to hear just where you've ended up ^GJust happy he’s^D rest at your ^Cdoor, do yo^Emu ever think about us anymore.

^GSo bar down ^Dwith this, flesh and bone,^{C Em}I'm not supposed to feel quite this alone ^GMiss this cl^Dutter, watch me st^Cutter step and fall, ^EmI haven't strength to get back up ^GCause I am e^Dmpty, floating l^Coveless, c^Emut me and I’ll bleed onl^Gy dust