Gabrielle Aplin – Coming Home (Guitar)

    Bb
I wonder where my friend has gone 

   Eb
I wonder where it all went wrong 

Bb                                      F
Was there something that I should have known?

  Bb 
I looked for him in Amsterdam 

   Eb
I cried for him in Birmingham

Bb                F          Bb
Wondered if he’s ever coming home 

       Eb           Bb
Coming home, coming home 

 Gm           C            
Standing underneath the sky

      F
With nothing of my own 

Eb
I'm here picking flowers

            Bb            Eb
But all my seeds are left unsown 

Gm           F             Bb    Eb     
Better off if he was coming ho-oh-ome 

Bb             F             Bb
Better off if he was coming home

 Bb
Had a man, tall and fine 

 Eb
I left him by an old road sign 

Bb                    F
Told him I was off to Mexico 

 Bb
With my feet on the track 

 Eb
And your shadow on my back 

Bb                F          Bb
Wondered if I'm ever coming home 

       Eb           Bb
Coming home, coming home 

 Gm           C            
Standing underneath the sky

      F
With nothing of my own 

Eb
I'm here picking flowers

            Bb            Eb
But all my seeds are left unsown 

Gm            F             Bb    Eb     
Better off if he was coming ho-oh-ome 

Bb             F             Bb
Better off if he was coming home