Standard tuning, and played with a capo on the 3rd fret (I\'m sure that\'s how she plays
live...) Chords are relative to the capo...
1st Verse
[Am]Look for a sign in the window
An ad in the [G]paper, a job waiting tables
Tie on an [Am]apron for change in my pocket
To spend at the [G]shops and study the docket
I can be [Am]honest, I can respond
Hold my [G]own and take on what comes
Save it for later, be restrained
Make up my mind, then want to change it
Chorus
Nights are [F]long, they creep up upon us
Like a [Em]storm, when nothing\'s in order
And these little [F]thoughts, they buzz like a train
Find my [Em]page and turn them again and again
2nd Verse
[Am]Oh, I guess I got lost
I must have [G]forgotten, it\'s just been so hot
I make all my [Am]choices on coins I can toss
Coins for the [G]washing, to slide in the slots
And I can be [Am]honest, I can be strong
Wait for [G]all those letters to come
Peel off the [Am]labels, check the dates
Order my [G]days and then re-arrange them
Chorus
Nights are [F]long, they creep up upon us
Like a [Em]storm, when nothing\'s in order
And these little [F]thoughts they buzz like a train
Lock the [Em]doors and wait for the sun to come up again...
(outro with verse chords)
live...) Chords are relative to the capo...
1st Verse
[Am]Look for a sign in the window
An ad in the [G]paper, a job waiting tables
Tie on an [Am]apron for change in my pocket
To spend at the [G]shops and study the docket
I can be [Am]honest, I can respond
Hold my [G]own and take on what comes
Save it for later, be restrained
Make up my mind, then want to change it
Chorus
Nights are [F]long, they creep up upon us
Like a [Em]storm, when nothing\'s in order
And these little [F]thoughts, they buzz like a train
Find my [Em]page and turn them again and again
2nd Verse
[Am]Oh, I guess I got lost
I must have [G]forgotten, it\'s just been so hot
I make all my [Am]choices on coins I can toss
Coins for the [G]washing, to slide in the slots
And I can be [Am]honest, I can be strong
Wait for [G]all those letters to come
Peel off the [Am]labels, check the dates
Order my [G]days and then re-arrange them
Chorus
Nights are [F]long, they creep up upon us
Like a [Em]storm, when nothing\'s in order
And these little [F]thoughts they buzz like a train
Lock the [Em]doors and wait for the sun to come up again...
(outro with verse chords)
