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#OUTSIDE LOOKING IN (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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[Actually in A; capo 2.]
[I'm unsure about the pre-chorus and bridge, where I've written
F/A F/A Am Am. It might in fact be Am Am F/A F/A. Frankly, it
sounds okay either way. See which sounds best for you.]
[G][in[F]tro[Am]] [Am] [G] [F] [Am] [Am]
Every[G]where I see the [D/F#]signs, [C/E]pointing one direc[C]tion
No more [G]twists or crooked [D/F#]turns, [C/E]leaving room for d[C]oubt
Where I [G]used to take the [D/F#]time for [C/E]quiet and reflec[C]tion
Now I [G]only hear the [D/F#]noise of [C/E]what I am with[C]out
I see them [G]walking hand in h[G]and, and my [C(9)/G]eyes just want to l[C(9)/G]inger
On those [G]golden wedding b[G]ands, [C(9)/G]wrapped around their f[C(9)/G]ingers
By the [F/A]time I turn a[F/A]way, I [Am]feel it once ag[Am]ain
I'm back in th[G]is familiar place[D/F#], outsi[Am7]de looking in [C]
[G][in[D/F#]strume[Am7]ntal][C]
Baby, all the tears between us couldn't fill the spaces
And all the word we grasped at, they just fell away
I kept waiting on forgiveness to fix the broken places
But nothing even like it ever came my way
And tonight I drove around, and the street came up before me
I took a turn and then I found this old house coming toward me
I heard the sound a heart must make when a memory's caving in
Oh baby, what a hungry place, outside looking in
[G][in[F]str[Am]umen[Am]tal] [G] [F] [Am] [Am]
It's the [G]hardest kind of [G]need that [C(9)/G]never knows a re[C(9)/G]ason
Are we [G]such a lonely [G]breed, or just [C(9)/G]born in a lonely se[C(9)/G]ason
Baby, [F/A]it's all in the ey[F/A]es, it's where the [Am]reckoning beg[Am]ins
It's where we [F/A]linger like a s[F/A]igh, it's where we [Am]long to be pulled [Am]in
F/A F/A Am Am(?)
It's where we learn to say goodbye without saying anything
Standing o[G]n the borderline,[D/F#] outside lo[Am7]oking in [C]
[G][in[D/F#]strume[Am7]ntal;[C] repe[G]at [D/F#]and fa[Am7]de] [C]
- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com
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#OUTSIDE LOOKING IN (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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[Actually in A; capo 2.]
[I'm unsure about the pre-chorus and bridge, where I've written
F/A F/A Am Am. It might in fact be Am Am F/A F/A. Frankly, it
sounds okay either way. See which sounds best for you.]
[G][in[F]tro[Am]] [Am] [G] [F] [Am] [Am]
Every[G]where I see the [D/F#]signs, [C/E]pointing one direc[C]tion
No more [G]twists or crooked [D/F#]turns, [C/E]leaving room for d[C]oubt
Where I [G]used to take the [D/F#]time for [C/E]quiet and reflec[C]tion
Now I [G]only hear the [D/F#]noise of [C/E]what I am with[C]out
I see them [G]walking hand in h[G]and, and my [C(9)/G]eyes just want to l[C(9)/G]inger
On those [G]golden wedding b[G]ands, [C(9)/G]wrapped around their f[C(9)/G]ingers
By the [F/A]time I turn a[F/A]way, I [Am]feel it once ag[Am]ain
I'm back in th[G]is familiar place[D/F#], outsi[Am7]de looking in [C]
[G][in[D/F#]strume[Am7]ntal][C]
Baby, all the tears between us couldn't fill the spaces
And all the word we grasped at, they just fell away
I kept waiting on forgiveness to fix the broken places
But nothing even like it ever came my way
And tonight I drove around, and the street came up before me
I took a turn and then I found this old house coming toward me
I heard the sound a heart must make when a memory's caving in
Oh baby, what a hungry place, outside looking in
[G][in[F]str[Am]umen[Am]tal] [G] [F] [Am] [Am]
It's the [G]hardest kind of [G]need that [C(9)/G]never knows a re[C(9)/G]ason
Are we [G]such a lonely [G]breed, or just [C(9)/G]born in a lonely se[C(9)/G]ason
Baby, [F/A]it's all in the ey[F/A]es, it's where the [Am]reckoning beg[Am]ins
It's where we [F/A]linger like a s[F/A]igh, it's where we [Am]long to be pulled [Am]in
F/A F/A Am Am(?)
It's where we learn to say goodbye without saying anything
Standing o[G]n the borderline,[D/F#] outside lo[Am7]oking in [C]
[G][in[D/F#]strume[Am7]ntal;[C] repe[G]at [D/F#]and fa[Am7]de] [C]
- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com
