| C | G | |
| All I w | ant is someone r | eal. |
| Am | F | |
| Someone to h | old a candle with me, let the night fires b | urn. |
| C | G | |
| It's not what I c | hoose, it's what I fe | el. |
| Am | F | |
| And if we | don't see eye to eye, you go your way, I'll go | mine. |
| C | |
| And that's al | right. |
| Chorus: |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| So | raise the glass and | look right past the | time you've thrown | away. |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| The | tragedies and | enemies, the | debts you'll never | pay. |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| Understand its in your | hand to | turn the other | way, |
| C | G | C | |
| And | make tomorrow the | first | day. |
| A person's love. A starry night. |
| All wonderful, but none as grand as the man who chooses life. |
| And we compete in word and deed. |
| You think we'd learn by now that's not what people need, |
| But that's our style. |
| I haven't figured out the bridge yet, but if anyone happens to... here's my e-mail: |
| steellily_of_rohan@juno.com |
| Jesus loves you! |
| Thanks! |