Dawes – Time Spent In Los Angeles (Guitar)

              D                               F#m
these days my friends don’t seem to know me

           C/G                   G
without my suitcase in my hand

      D                        F#m
and when I am standing still

           C/G        G
I seem to disappear

          D                       F#m
but maybe that's how I found you

                      C/G                    G
maybe that's taught me exactly what I want

                     D                   F#m
maybe meeting you so far away from home

                       C/G      A
is what makes it all so clear

                 G               D          Am7
but you got that special kind of sadness

             G             D        Am7
you got that tragic set of charms

                     Em               Bm
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

                A       G       D
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms

            D                        F#m
when people ask me where I come from

                C/G               G
to see what that says about man

              D                      F#m
I only end up giving bad directions

                              C/G     G
that never lead them there at all

               D                           F#m 
it’s something written in the head lights

                C/G                    G
it is something swimming in my drink

    D                  F#m  
and if I were the moon

                        C/G     A              
it’d be exactly where I fall

              G              D        Am7
you got that special kind of sadness

             G             D        Am7
you got that tragic set of charms

                      Em              Bm
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

                A       G     D
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms

              D                        F#m
I used to think someone would love me

    C/G                 G
for places I have been

        D                            F#m
and the dirt I have been gathering

                C/G     G
deep beneath my nails

          D                            F#m
but now I know what I’ve been missing

              C/G                    G
and I’m going home to make it mine

            D                       F#m
and I'll be battening the hatches            

                   C/G       A
and pulling in the sails.

              G              D        Am7
you got that special kind of sadness

             G             D         Am7
you got that tragic set of charms

                      Em              Bm
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles