2 acessos
C G F she kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day C G and i wait 'til the weekend comes F C so i can clear this uselessness from my brain G i count the days 'til she arrives F C those precious minutes when she is mine G F Am as we walk from my front door to her car, we're so close and alone G Am but that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth G of others', of others' company C G F theres just too much company C G F theres just too much company C G F C so i hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars G F if i could just speak the words to tell her exactly how i feel C G count the ways that i might say it F C but i know that none of them will work because G F she won't feel the same, we got this far Am G Am G but i can't go through with it because the truth would hurt too much it hurts too much, this hurts too much **(figure out the timing for this solo, play while singing next lines)** /=slide p=pull off h=hammer on ^=bend D|----------0----2h3-2---0---0h2-0-------------------0-2-2h3p2-0----------0--| A|-----------------------------------3-3p2h3--3p2h3---------------3--2h3-----| E|-3/13-10-------------------------------------------------------------------| D|------------------------------------0-2-3p2p0-3p2-0-2-3-2-3--2-3-2-3^-2-3-0| A|-3p2--0--2/5---3p2--0--2-3/5-3-3p2-----------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-2-3-2--0--2-0------------------0-2--3^------------------------------------| A|----------------3--2-0--2-0--3---------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| C G F she goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine C G F and i'll stay here in these dead plains and try to make a seed grow C G F C and i would pray for rain if i thought that it would help