| C | Am | |
| Down the streets the dogs are | barkin' |
| F | C | |
| And the | day is a-gettin' | dark |
| C | Am | |
| As the night comes in a-f | allin |
| F | G | |
| The do | gs'll lose their ba | rk |
| C | Am | |
| And the silent night will | shatter |
| F | C | |
| From the | sounds inside my m | ind |
| C | Am | |
| For I'm one too many m | ornings |
| F | G | C | |
| And a | thousand | miles | behind |
| From the crossroads of my doorstep, |
| My eyes they start to fade, |
| As I turn my head back to the room |
| Where my love and I have laid. |
| An' I gaze back to the street, |
| The sidewalk and the sign, |
| And I'm one too many mornings |
| An' a thousand miles behind. |
| It's a restless hungry feeling |
| That don't mean no one no good, |
| When ev'rything I'm a-sayin' |
| You can say it just as good. |
| You're right from your side, |
| I'm right from mine. |
| We're both just too many mornings |
| An' a thousand miles behind. |