G | C/G | G |
I hear the | drizzle of the | rain |
Am | Am/G | C | G/B | Bm/F# |
Like a | memo | ry i | t | falls |
G | Bm/F# | G | C |
Soft and | warm cont | inu | ing |
Am | Asus2/G | D | G |
Tapping | on my | roof and | walls |
G | C/G | G |
And from the | shelter of my | mind |
Am | Am/G | C | G/B | Bm/F# |
Through the | window | of m | y | eyes |
| G | Bm/F# | G | C |
I | gaze be | yond the | rain-drenched | streets |
| Am | D | G |
To E | ngland, | where my h | eart lies |
G | C/G | G |
My mind’s dis | tracted and diffu | sed |
Am | Am/G | C | G/B | Bm/F# |
My thoughts are m | any | miles | a | way |
| G | Bm/F# | G | C |
They l | ie with | you when | you’re a | sleep |
| Am | Asus2/G | D | G |
And k | iss you | when you | start your | day |
| G | C/G | G |
And a s | ong I was | writing is left un | done |
Am | Am/G | C | G/B | Bm/F# |
I don’t know | why I | spend m | y | time |
G | Bm/F# | G | C |
Writing | songs I | can’t be | lieve |
| Am | Asus2/G | D | G |
With w | ords that | tear and | strain to | rhyme |
G | C/G | G |
And so you | see, I have come to | doubt |
Am | Am/G | C | G/B | Bm/F# |
All that | I once | held a | s | true |
G | Bm/F# | G | C |
I stand a | lone with | out be | liefs |
| Am | Asus2/G | D | G |
The o | nly | truth I | know is | you |
G | C/G | G |
And as I | watch the drops of | rain |
Am | Am/G | C | G/B | Bm/F# |
Weave their | weary | paths a | nd | die |
| G | Bm/F# | G | C |
I | know that | I am | like the | rain |
Am | Asus2/G | D | G |
There but f | or the grace of | you go | I |