C/G C Em Am C F7M x2 C/G Em There was a pretty girl Am C F7M from some small suburb of Dallas C/G Em Am C F7M and she came up to New York with a dream C/G Em In the confusion and the noise Am C F7M all of her beauty and her poise C/G Em C turned grey like snow beside the city street C/G Em she met a boy named Steven Am C F7M they made love in his apartment C/G Em Am C F7M in a second story walk up out in Queens C Em and the things she hoped to find Am F7M beneath him on that August night C Em was the farthest thing from her Am C F7M as she dressed to leave F7M G6 C so she hides her eyes F7M G6 C says a slow goodbye F7M G6 C Em F7M swears by the morn-ing light, she'll be fine C Em at a wedding in Connecticut Am F7M the mother of the bride C Em Am C F7M day dreams about her husband who's just past C Em as she stands to give her toast Am F7M she says the only thing i know C Em is when you find a love thats worth it C C make it last C Em so she chokes back the tears Am F7M and speaks of all her daughters years C Em Am C F7M thirty christmas' of memories that she keeps C Em and the speech was sad and sweet Am F7M she kisses guests as they all leave C Em C then heads off to her hotel room to weep F7M G6 C so she bides her time F7M G6 C and says a slow goodbye F7M G6 C Em C swears by the morn-ing light, she'll be fine F7M G6 C yeah she hides her eyes F7M G6 C though its hard some nights F7M G6 C Em F7M she'll take her own sweet time, she'll be fine C/G Em C F7M x2 C/G Em A welder who spent twenty years Am F7M working in an auto plant C/G Em Am C F7M gets laid off on a thursday afternoon C/G Em and he grips the fourty-five Am F7M that rests in the glove box when he drives C/G Em Am C F7M then puts the gun away and wonders what to do C/G Em so he parks in his driveway Am F7M and head against the steering wheel C/G Em Am C F7M and tries to think what to tell his wife C/G Em and in the kitchen, he explains Am ` F7M and swears they'll be okay C/G Em Am C C she says, you're the only thing i need in this life F7M G6 C so he bides his time F7M G6 C and says a slow goodbye F7M G6 C Em F7M swears by the morn-ing light, he'll be fine F7M G6 C yes he hides his eyes F7M G6 C though its hard some nights F7M G6 C Em F7M he'll take his own sweet time, and he'll be fine C/G Em Am F7M C/G Em C C