Em C To my mother, I'll be sorry that I gotta goG D To my brother, I'll be sorry that I gotta goEm C To you I wish that I could say I wish you wellG D But I think I'll be waiting untilEm I'm honestly able.( Em C G D ) (2x)Em C I'm sure the air is lighter on the seasG D In every city settled far away from meEm C Now I'm negotiating with the fearG D That something's wrong with the daylight hereEm And I can't fix it.C G Crooked or kind, if I'm free, if I'm fineD Em Either way, whatever I doC G Whichever coast, there'll be room there for ghostsD Em Either way, I'll be thinking of you. When gone I have sworn that I will worry not Of satisfaction, justice, or the will of God I'm not sure there's any difference in the three Whatever the conscience decrees I hope we both feel right. Crooked or kind, if I'm free, if I'm fine Either way, whatever I do Whichever coast, there'll be room there for ghosts Either way, I'll be thinking of you.
The Daylight Here
My Terrible Friend
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