| D | |
| I won't make you tell me |
| B#m | |
| what I've | come to understand |
| Em | G | |
| you're a c | ertain kind a | woman |
| D | A | |
| I'm a d | ifferent kind of ma | n, |
| D | |
| I tried to make you love me |
| B#m | |
| you | tried to find the spark |
| Em | G | |
| of the | flame that burned but so | mehow |
| D | B#m | |
| turned to s | moke rings in the da | rk. |
| D | |
| The loneliness within me |
| B#m | |
| takes a heavy toll |
| Em | G | |
| 'cause it | burns as slow as | whiskey |
| D | A | |
| through an e | mpty aching so | ul, |
| D | |
| and the n | ight is like a dagger |
| B#m | |
| long and cold and sharp |
| Em | G | |
| as I sit | here on the front s | teps |
| D | B#m | |
| blowing | smoke rings in the d | ark. |
| B#m/G | D/A | |
| 'cause loves already | gone, |
| Em | G | |
| and | all I'm taking with | me |
| D | G | |
| are the p | ieces of my h | eart |
| C | |
| and a | ll I'll leave are |
| G | D | |
| smoke rings in the d | ark. |
| D | |
| The rain falls where it wants to |
| B#m | |
| the wind blow where it will |
| Em | G | |
| everything on earth goes s | omewhere |
| D | A | |
| but I | swear we're standing st | ill, |
| D | |
| so I'm not gonna wake you |
| B#m | |
| I'll go easy on your heart |
| Em | G | |
| I'll just | touch your face and drift | away |
| D | B#m | |
| like | smoke rings in the | dark, |
| chorus.. |