This Is For - Ingrid Michaelson
Capo on 4th
This is for, the girl next door,
Who thinks she knows me,
She adores the way my words, feels just like home,
But She don t know the sadness flow that pours out nightly,
without middle finger
Still I keep rolling the lonesome road out before me.
---Its the sameas the first verse---
This is for the boy next door,
Who thinks he s loves me,
He adores the voice that sores into his heart,
But he don t know the sadness flow that pours out nightly,
Still I keep rolling the lonesome road out before me.
Where do you lie down?
And can I lie too?
Oh just for a moment,
But then I gotta go.
This is for my friends and more,
Who live so richly.
Still we taste the solitude in the back of our mouths,
we all know the sadness flow, that pours out like a chorus,
Still we keep rolling the lonesome road out before us
Where do you lie down?
And can I lie too?
Oh just for a moment,
But then I gotta go.
We all know know the sadness flow that pours out like a chorus,
Still we keep rolling the lonesome road out before us,
Sill we keep rolling the lonesome road before uts.
---This isn t perfect but i did it on the fly, and it sounds pretty good---