G C D
Slipping in and out of unconsciousness
G C D
Homeless is where the heart is
G C D
Walk on by and I'll be fine
G C D
This cardboard cover keeps away the ghouls of the night
C D G Em
Cos I suppose I think this aint real, some nights I say this shouldn't be me
C D G Em
It's Christmas Eve and I'm out on the street, but with a lifetime to spare it
C D G
hits me the truth; under this cruel moon
