Misc Originals – Cole Chrisman - Temporary Town (Guitar)
Capo 2
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[Verse 1]
F C Been spending my days with faces I won't meet twice G Am Names I can't pronounce, cigarettes and cheap red wine F C A long ways from home, I feel it under my skin G Am All these miles, and places that I've been
[Verse 2]
F C Bunk beds switching up about twice a week G Am Someone laughing in a language I'm still learning to speak F C Maps folded wrong at the bottom of my bag G Am Everyday feels like something I unpack
[Pre-Chorus]
F I keep learning pieces of who I might be C In borrowred rooms and temporary sleep G Every goodbye feels unfinished and planned Am Like a sentence I don't quite understand
[Chorus]
F C Cause I'm a long way from home, learning who I am G Am Reading all the signs like they're drawn in the sand F C Every towns a place I'm trying to read G Am But it's showing me more than I need F C Yeah, I'm a long way from home, sleeping where I land G Am Living off the moments and the kindness of friends F C These temporary places slippin' right through my hands G Am Still teaching me exactly who I am
[Verse 3]
F C Kitchen light flickers, it's four in the morning G Am Someone plays guitar like they're trying to be honest F C We talk about love like it's somewhere else G Am Like it's not disappearing the moment that we left
[Verse 4]
F C There's temporary people pounding in my head G Am From one shared room to another borrowed bed F C I don't sleep enough to know what I mean G Am Just long enough to be someone else's dream
[Bridge]
F I'm not lost, I just haven't decided C If I'm running away or stuck inside it G Maybe home is a feeling, not land Am Something you carry, not somewhere you stand
[Pre-Chorus]
F I keep learning pieces of who I might be C In borrowed rooms and temporary sleep G Every goodbye feels unfinished and planned Am Like a sentence I don't quite understand
[Chorus]
F C Cause I'm a long way from home, but I'm closer than before G Am I don't need the answer nailed to the door F C Every face I forget leaves something behind G Am A quieter voice in the back of my mind F C If I ever find home, it'll know where I've been G Am In the spaces between strangers and friends F C These temporary places, written in the sand G Am Still teaching me exactly who I am