The Daylight Here

        Em                                                  

To my mother, 



                           G

I'll be sorry that I gotta go

                

         C                                                   

To my brother, 



                           Am

I'll be sorry that I gotta go

      

   Em                                                              

To you I wish that I could say, 



            G

I wish you well



        C                               

But I think I'll be waiting 



 Am

until

              Em

I'm honestly able.



        

Em                                             

I'm sure 



                           G

the air is lighter on the seas



     C                                                   

In every city settled 



              Am

far away from me

 

Em                                               

Now I'm negotiating 



          G

with the fear

                                    

                   C                                     

That something's wrong 



                   Am

with the daylight here

                        

                Em

And I can't fix it.







  Em                                

Crooked or kind, 



        G

if I'm free, if I'm fine

             

        D                       

Either way, 



           Em

whatever I do

       

     Em                                        

Whichever coast, 



             G

there'll be room there for ghosts

             

        D                                    

Either way, 



                    Em

I'll be thinking of you.





 

      Em                                                         

When gone I have sworn



                   G

that I will worry not

             

         C                                                 

Of satisfaction, justice, 



                Am

or the will of God



    Em                                                       

I'm not sure 



                                G

there's any difference in the three

       

   C                                       

Whatever the conscience 



  Am

decrees

                     Em                 

I hope we both feel right.





  Em                                

Crooked or kind, 



        G

if I'm free, if I'm fine

             

        D                       

Either way, 



           Em

whatever I do

       

     Em                                        

Whichever coast, 



             G

there'll be room there for ghosts

             

        D                                    

Either way, 



                    Em

I'll be thinking of you.







 

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