Burying Confessions

Bm7
                          E
It's been a long, long winter.
                   A       
Seems like months I've been on the road.
                E                      Bm7
Interstate inspiration, dashboard's so cold.
                    E 
My thoughts overcome me
                 A               
They escape this cheap motel ball point pen
            E                Bm7             E
I guess there's too much -  to be said - not written

               E
Not a day goes by
                          A
where I don't think I'll miss her very much
                A 
And not an hour passes
                     Bm7
where I don't curse her name
               E
Now she's in Montana
                    A
spending time with her friends
                      E        
And I'm in midtown subway station
           Bm7
Praying for the F train.

A   
I've seen a million faces
E
Sold a few souls
B7                                 E
Broke a few hearts - so I've been told.
A
Sometimes I get the feeling
            E
I need to right all my wrongs
F#m7                     B7                 A
Instead of burying my confessions in these songs

(SAME CHORDS AS EARLIER)

But I can't help but wonder
When it's all said and done
Will I be begging St. Peter
To overlook all my wrongs.
I tried to leave the world
Better than when it found me.
And so I'm longing for home
And the love of my family.

CHORUS