| Bm7 | A | Bm7 | A | |
| There's a | storm brewing out on the | open sea |
| Bm7 | A | Bm7 | A | |
| Sweeping its way here to | you and me |
| Bm | A | |
| But all the | lights are out and the streets are | dark |
| Bm | A | |
| And there's a | soul without a fire trying to | find a spark |
| Bm | A | E | |
| And this | heartbreak season it's | leaving its mark on | me |
| cHORUS |
| B | D | E | |
| But it doesn't have to be that | way |
| B | D | E | |
| It's not the way that it has to | be |
| B | D | E | |
| It's coming over the walls and I'm | drowning in it | can't you se | e |
| B | E | |
| It's not the way that it has to b | e |
| B | A | |
| Doesn't have to be that | way |
| VERSE 2 |
| Black night sitting heavy all around |
| I got a mind full of heartaches and hand me downs |
| I got a freight train screaming inside my head |
| That says you can't find love in a stranger's bed |
| And my mouth is full of all the words that I wish I had said |
| D | A | G | |
| It's s | o much | harder now |
| D | A | G | |
| That the blues | skies have gone | away |
| D | A | G | F#M | Em | Dm | A | |
| I wi | sh I | had just one more | day |
| Whiskey like water flowing down a drain |
| And I'm wasted as a candle in a hurricane |
| But you can't stop something that's this far gone |
| Goodbyes are easier than I was wrongs |
| And suicide ain't a matter of degree |