1000 MILES AWAY

It’s morn ing time;

won der where you (D)are.

Won der who you’re talk ing to.

(Em9)Won der if the sun has ris en where you (D)are.

It’s morn ing time.

I miss your

hands on my skin.

This bed’s too big

with (D)out you.

(C)God,

what do I do?

I’m a (G)thou sand miles a way,

and I’m ly ing (D)next to you.

Sun shines gold en.

I feel like my (D)car, a lit tle run down, a lit tle beat up, and may be just a lit tle bit green.

(Em9)May be it’s my bat t’ry, may be it’s my start er, may be (D)my y y heart’s too weak.

Just got this feel ing, thought I had to get go ing.

Got too (D)scar y, got too big; said, girl, got ta get out of here.

But now,

I don’t know how to get (D)home.

(C)God,

what do I do?

I’m a (G)thou sand miles a way,

and I’m ly ing (D)next to you.

These fields stretch out like patch work on my grand ma’s quilt.

She used to tell me,

life is a se ries of strange and mys te ri ous (D)things;

oh,

one min ute you think you’re up, the next you find you’re down.

Your mind says, sweet heart, you bet ter stick a round, but your heart says, oh,

too weak in the (D)knees.

(C)God,

what do I do?

I’m a (G)thou sand miles a way.

Said (D)oh,

God,

what do I do?

I’m a (G)thou sand miles a way,

and I’m ly ing (D)next to you.