| E | |
| Every time I see your face, |
| A | E | B | |
| It remind | s me of the p | laces we used to g | o. |
| E | |
| But all I've got is a photograph, |
| A | E | B | |
| And I | realize you're not | coming back any | more. |
| G# | |
| I thought I'd make it, |
| C#m | |
| The | day you went away. |
| G# | |
| But I can't make it, |
| C#m | B | |
| 'Til you come | home again to st | ay. |
| E | |
| I can't get used to living here |
| A | E | B | |
| While my h | eart is broke, my | tears are cried for | you |
| E | |
| I | want you here to have and hold |
| A | E | B | |
| As the | years go by, and | we grow old and g | ray. |
| Verse Chords over Solo. |
| G# | |
| Now you're expecting me, |
| C#m | |
| To l | ive without you. |
| G# | |
| But that's not something, |
| C#m | B | |
| That I'm | looking forward | to. |
| E | |
| I can't get used to living here, |
| A | E | B | |
| While my h | eart is broke, my | tears are cried for | you. |
| E | |
| I | want you here to have and hold, |
| A | E | B | |
| As the | years go by, and | we grow old and g | ray. |
| E | |
| Every time I see your face, |
| A | E | B | |
| It remind | s me of the p | laces we used to g | o. |
| E | |
| But | all I've got is a photograph, |
| A | E | B | |
| And I | realize you're not | coming back any | more. |
| Have Fun. |