G
One morning not long after spring
Em
I see her standing hands in her pockets
A smell like a suttle brush sweep.
G
I sit alone in my mind
Em
Just like another another thousand times
But shes outa my league, she outs my
C D
It easier to turn and walk away
C D
I close my eyes my mind begins to fray
C
And in letting you go I'll face the road alone
D
While denying to myself im in love with you
G
The sun never rose
Em
The sun never rose
C
The sun never rose, on our day.