Intro: D7M Gm (2x) D7M Gm Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger D7M D79 G Gm Who speaks a language I don't know but long to learn D7M Gm Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane D7M Gm D7M As I sit as though awaiting some return D7 G And my hands are cold tonight Em I'm sleepless in this dark Em A Forgetting what it was I came to find D7 G And it seems that I've been wrong Em More than I've been right A4 A More than I've been right D7M Gm Mission Street calls out to me by name D7M D79 G Gm Then hurries on before I've hardly turned my head D7M Gm Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath D7M Gm D Like an offering of contraband misread D7 G And my hands are cold tonight Em On the strings of this guitar A Looking for the chords of what I've left behind D7 G And it seems that I've been wrong Em More than I've been right A4 A More than I've been right Interlude: D7M Gm (2x) D7M Gm Mission Street is alive at every hour D7M D79 G Gm Like I've never been and feared I may not ever be D7M Gm A light so steady on the mountains in the distance D7M Gm A A solitude so deep it might awaken me D7 G Well my hands are cold tonight Em But the sky is bright with stars A4 A And I'm tearing through the veil that keeps me blind D7 G And it seems the more I'm wrong Em The more that I am right A4 A The more that I am right D7M Gm Mission Street D7M Gm D5 Mission Street