Tom: F
INTRO
F Gm Dm (C)
VERSE 1
F Gm Dm
I can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs
Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should run
I thought that everything would turn out right, now look what I’ve become
A man I wouldn’t have respect for if I’d met me when I was young
CHORUS
Bb C Dm F Bb
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone
VERSE 2
F Gm Dm
Trace the roots of old cathedrals just to see where they’d go
A maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never flow
Pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun
I thought that everything would turn out right but look what I’ve become
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Bb Dm C Bb Dm C
I will leave this firing line, I have nothing to rewind
