Standard (EADGBE)
rainy nights in march making you amazed
singing songs of angel fights and silver travelling days
making all my life sound like a lark
trying to sing my heart out
trying to make a start (now won't you)
hang a rising moon on this sinking heart of mine
and meet my willful sadness to it's rest
roll me o'er an ocean where the days ride deep below me
something that was mine will be mine again
sitting here beside you 'till it's far too late to leave
pretending nothing's on my mind and nothing's up my sleeve
but feeling i could very nearly touch you
should i take you without warning
stay until the morning (comes oh)
talking's not so easy, and singing's just not fair
it puts you in a woman's soul to wonder how you got there
i guess i'll just take all the time i need
and i'll kiss you when i know you
find a way to show you (you can)
something that was mine will be mine again