On The Concourse

B                    G#
It started off as an ending
           C#               A
I'll never see her sad eyes again
         E                   G#                        C#m         A
Silently meeting them on the concourse, tears promised never to forget

              E                  G#                C#m                       A
Remember that city, shining like jewelry, changing beneath us on our way back home
          E                     G#     G#7
Where the painting hangs in the living room
     C#                    A
I am still there holding my hands
    F#m       Bm   C#m  Bm  A   D
And I'll never get used to it
F#m        Dm C#  Dm A
I'll never be what I want
          D      Dm       A
Hard as I try, I won't be anywhere
Am E G# C#m A E G#m G# C#m A E A

B            D#
Glory in the highest
           G#m
Voices are praising
                E
Tongues are dividing
          B                          D#                     G#m                      E
Buildings explode and fall down like children, stand up and reach for a table's leg
                 B                          D#                       G#m
So far from here listening inside your head clouds are spitting dust
                        E                           B                            G#
With each lesson you're learning that you won't find truth here, but you're still driving
           C#m            A
There is no other way you could have gone, could have gone, could have gone

F#m        D  C#    Bm    A     D    E
I'll never be where you are
F#m        F    C#   D    A                    D         Dm    N.C.
I love you more than this heart could ever show, but you won't remember anything
A
Anything
C#
Remind you of me
F#m                           F           A       Am
Sleep in the quiet place where you can be alone
E            G#             C#m   A   E
Anything you want from me
F#m G# A   Fm   C#   Dm   A                       D
I love you more than this heart could ever show
    F#m            Dm          A D           Dm         A   Dm
And you will never get used to it 'cause you won't remember anything that happened and you won't be anywhere

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