G                                                   
One morning not long after spring 
                   Em
I see her standing hands in her pockets

A smell like a suttle brush sweep.
G
I sit alone in my mind
                              Em
Just like another another thousand times

But shes outa my league, she outs my


     C                      D
It easier to turn and walk away
   C                               D
I close my eyes my mind begins to fray
C
And in letting you go I'll face the road alone
D
While denying to myself im in love with you



G
The sun never rose
Em
The sun never rose
C
The sun never rose, on our day.