Its The Same

E                      A      A9      E               A    A9
In the crowded part of heaven there's room enough for pain
       C#m    B        A          E               B
On the lonely side of living without you it's the same
        E                A    A9     E                A    A9
With my back against the window it's hard to see the street
       C#m            B     A               E          B       E
So the time just goes by in minutes and the rain comes down in sheets
             A    B   E       A       B        E
You can't go home again  your treated like a memory
F#m        B                E
It's just  place you use to be
               A   B  E       A  B  E
The past will lose    you and abuse you
      F#                             F#m   B7
It's just about to take it's toll on me
         E                  A   A9      E                  A  A9
When the gates are standing open and my soul's too weak to fly
          C#m    B          A              E  E7
When that silver blue turns golden  by and by
        A        D       E      A    D     E
Oh Angeline

Palo Mesa Music(ASCAP)
>From John David Souther
Asylum Records  1972