Castaways

         F                                                G
I feel a storm coming on and I want make it right tonight
          F                                                         G
There's a tired in your eyes I can tell you're on the verge of cry- ing
      F                         C                           G                     C
Baby, pack something warm and a couple of things you'd miss if you had to be gone for a week
              F                      C                 G
Let's go find someplace you can dis- -appear till this storm passes over and your sky grows clear

      F                  C
In my arms, pretty girl, you can runaway
    F                                          C
Get lost somewhere, get stranded wait out this hurricane
         F                                     C          G/B           F
A broken down motel on a beach only cash where they don't ask for names
                       C               G                      C
Till you get your feet back under you, baby, we can live like castaways
       F                   C                       G
We can get so busy hard to tell who we are anymore
       F                           C                   G
Need a long stretch of sand we can walk, build a fire, cuddle up warm
         F                        C                            G                         C
Lay your hair in the grass let me whisper your name, take your mind off the crazy medic- ate your pain
         F                        C                      G
Till the noise goes quiet and the chains go slack, baby, close your eyes its time to fall back

      F                        C
In my arms, hmmm, pretty girl, you can runaway
    F                                         C
Get lost somewhere get stranded wait out this hurricane
         F                                           C              G/B      F
A little seaside town carnival closed down where no- body will look for days
                       C               G                     C
Till you get your feet back under you, baby, let's live like castaways

F C F C F G C G Am

           Am                G/B                          C
Yeah, it's coming back I can see it, peeking through your smoky hair
         E                    F                        G
A little hint of smile in the corner of your eyes baby come over here, come over here ---

      F            C
In my arms, pretty girl, you can runaway
    F                                           C
Get lost out here under an old oak pier, listen to the waves
         F                                     C          G/B           F
A broken down motel on a beach only cash where they don't ask for names
                       C               G                      C
Till you get your feet back under you, baby, we can live like castaways
      F                                                   C        G/B      F
Empty bottles on a beach yeah just you and me we can stay out here for days
                       C               G                        C
Till you get your feet back under you, baby --- let's live like castaways

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