Time Spent In Los Angeles

Option: Capo 1st fret



[Intro]

D////  F#m////  C/G////   G////  (twice)



[Verse]

              D                               F#m

these days my friends don’t seem to know me

           C/G                   G

without my suitcase in my hand

      D                        F#m

and when I am standing still

           C/G        G

I seem to disappear

          D                       F#m

but maybe that's how I found you

                      C/G                    G

maybe that's taught me exactly what I want

                     D                   F#m

maybe meeting you so far away from home

                       C/G      A

is what makes it all so clear



[Chorus]

                 G               D          Am7

but you got that special kind of sadness

             G             D        Am7

you got that tragic set of charms

                     Em               Bm

that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

                A       G       D

makes me wanna wrap you in my arms



[Verse]

            D                        F#m

when people ask me where I come from

                C/G               G

to see what that says about man

              D                      F#m

I only end up giving bad directions

                              C/G     G

that never lead them there at all

               D                           F#m 

it’s something written in the head lights

                C/G                    G

it is something swimming in my drink

    D                  F#m  

and if I were the moon

                        C/G     A              

it’d be exactly where I fall



[Chorus]

              G              D        Am7

you got that special kind of sadness

             G             D        Am7

you got that tragic set of charms

                      Em              Bm

that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

                A       G     D

makes me wanna wrap you in my arms



[Solo]

D  F#m  C/G  G

D  F#m  C/G  G



[Verse]

              D                        F#m

I used to think someone would love me

    C/G                 G

for places I have been

        D                            F#m

and the dirt I have been gathering

                C/G     G

deep beneath my nails

          D                            F#m

but now I know what I’ve been missing

              C/G                    G

and I’m going home to make it mine

            D                       F#m

and I'll be battening the hatches            

                   C/G       A

and pulling in the sails.



[Chorus](repeat twice)

              G              D        Am7

you got that special kind of sadness

             G             D         Am7

you got that tragic set of charms

                      Em              Bm

that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

                A       G     A(first chorus) D(second chorus)

makes me wanna wrap you in my arms



[Outro]

D  F#m  C/G  G

D  F#m  C/G  G

D