Am C G D Am C G D Wait, dear, a white horse is walking down my street here. Your words are creeping at my feet. I fear, that sunrise will come too soon and you?ll disappear to the haze of this city and go south Oh no? Chorus Am C Whoa.. G D Am C Seems like I?m always on my own Seems like I?m never coming home Seems like I'm always on my... Am C G D All the stars and boulevards ain?t close enough for you
