Four Walls Jim Reeves [C]Out where the bright lights are g[Dm]lowing, You're [Dm7]drawn like a [G7]moth to a fl[C]ame. [C]You laugh while the w[C7]ine's over-f[F]lowing, While [C]I sit and w[G7]hisper your [C]name.[G][-][G/A][-][G/B] Refrain: [C] [Dm] [G] [G7] [C][G][-][G/A][-][G/B] Four walls to hear me, four walls to see. [C] [C7] [F] [C] [G7] [C] Four walls too near me, closing in on me. Sometimes I ask why I'm waiting, But my walls have nothing to say. I'm made for love, not for hating (theguitarguy.com)