F                                            Am 
Well I’ve been wading in your waves up to my chin,  
        F                                Am 
sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in.  
        F                       Am 
Losing sight of land, I’m wondering,  
         F                             Am 
“How’d I ever trick myself to get back in?” 
        F 
Believe me, there’s no harder thing in this life 
          Am 
than believing that happiness is within my arm’s reach  
      F                                                          Am 
and seeing that there is beauty in this world that I have been missing,  
and I don’t want to miss no more.  

C, G, Am 

               F                    G               Am 
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,  
                          F                       G                Am 
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.  
              F                        G 
And now the leaves are turning on the trees  
              Am 
and there’s a map between me and what I need.  
         F                G                         Am 
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking. 

C, G, Am 

                         F 
I’m throwing darts at a map,  
             Am                                F 
trying to remember where I left my heart last.  
            Am                                           F 
So when the van’s packed up and the tank is filled with gas,  
        Am                                      F      Am 
we can make our way from the east coast to the west.  
               F  
And you could call…  
                                         Am 
Or I’ll see you all next summer or next fall,  
                                             F 
and we can talk about the year we spent apart  
                                         Am 
since the last time every city stole my heart. 

C, G, Am 

               F                    G               Am 
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,  
                          F                       G                Am 
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.  
              F                        G 
And now the leaves are turning on the trees  
              Am 
and there’s a map between me and what I need.  
         F                G                         Am 
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.