The Luxury Of Knowing

C

C
You know when I?m coming home.
You know when I?m coming to bed.
F
You know that when I tell you that I love you
C
I mean every word I said.

C
You know I?m a bit too proud.
You know that I know how to pray.
F
You know I won?t give this up unless I have to give it up.
C
You know I won?t walk away.

       G
But, baby, you?re like a diesel truck,
F
Shifting gears and the pedal stuck,
         Am                                             F
Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing.
F                                  C
And I don?t have the luxury of knowing.

C
You know that I like to dance,
But only when I?m dancing with you.
     F
You know I must be bad at lying,
                                     C
Because I?ve only ever told you the truth.

G
Just when I think you?re a hurricane,
      F
You freeze right over and all that rain
Am                                              F
Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowing.
F                            C
I don?t have the luxury of knowing.

F
Damn, it must be easy
          Dm
Being in love with someone so blind.
              F
Because I?ll tell you right the only thing I really know
Is that you might change your mind;
     Dm
Any day you could change your mind.

C

C
You know when I?m coming home.
You know when I?m coming to bed.

G
Baby, you?re like a diesel truck,
F
Shifting gears and the pedal stuck,
          Am                                            F
Heading straight to the edge and showing no signs of slowing.
F                                 C
And I don?t have the luxury of knowing.