Tuned a half step down - all chords relative to standard tuning.
F - x33210
G - 320010
Am - x02210
[Verse]
F
Well I’ve been wading in your waves up to my chin,
Am
sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in.
F
Losing sight of land, I’m wondering,
Am
“How’d I ever trick myself to get back in?”
F
Believe me, there’s no harder thing in this life
Am
than believing that happiness is within my arm’s reach
F
and seeing that there is beauty in this world
Am
that I have been missing, and I don’t want to miss no more.
[Interlude]
F G Am
{Chorus]
F G Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
F G Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
F G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
F G Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
[Interlude]
F G Am (x2)
[Verse]
F
I’m throwing darts at a map,
Am F
trying to remember where I left my heart last.
Am F
So when the van’s packed up and the tank is filled with gas,
Am F Am
we can make our way from the east coast to the west.
F
And you could call…
Am
Or I’ll see you all next summer or next fall,
F
and we can talk about the year we spent apart
Am
since the last time every city stole my heart.
[Chorus]
F G Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
F G Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
F G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
F G Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
[Solo]
F G Am (x4)
[Chorus]
F Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
F Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
F G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
F G Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
[Final chorus]
F G Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
F G Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
F G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
F G Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
F G Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
F G Am
I don’t know if it needs me, I know I’m sinking.
