Intro: Bm/A G D ABm GA scr*pbook on my lap. A soft head on my shoulder.D ABehind loose plastic pages are some fading photographsBm GPeculiar fashion styles In the corner there's a babyD ABehind the infant smile is a heart I recognize.Bm GWhat was I doing then? Learning to take some steps.D AThen walking through adolescence some thousand miles away.Bm GAnd up in heaven God called a meeting.D AAnd in the space that was next to mine he choseto write your name.D G A Bm DG A BmI never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance.D G A GABut I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed.BmWhat are the chances...There's the place where the story about us started and took the stage.It's been so many days.And now the bricks are starting to crack.Feels a little weird looking back because some things have changed, some things havedied, but somehow you've stayed the same all this time...I never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance.But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed.What are the chances...Some will say that it goes away. I will run and chase it down through that rollingthunder and rain.I will risk my sails and all this boat to be in that storm.Bm DEither way I am going to stay.Though the waves will try to pull me away...Either way I am going to stay.
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