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.