Misc Originals – Dale Arends - Winter Waiting (Guitar)

   A                           D                 A
November Comes Down Very Hard In The Pacific Northwest

                                      E
Seattle’s Dark Oppressive Skies Have Put Me To The Test.

     A                                D              A
The Wind And Heavy Rainstorms Blowing In Off Of The Sound

                           F#m                    E               A
Have Me Wonderin’ If I’ll Make It Through ‘til Springtime Comes Around.

A                           D                A
Sitting By A Crying Window In The Soundview Cafe

                                  E
I Try My Best To Wake Up With An Eight Shot Cafe Ole’.

   A                              D              A
Watching For A Sun-break In The Markets Morning Rain

                  F#m            E             A
So I Can Sing My Songs For The Tourists Once Again.

      D                            A           E
I Remember When I Left To Try My Music On The Coast

    D                         A                 E
I Promised I’d Return To The One That Loved Me Most

            A                              D              A
But As The Bus Pulled From The Station, I Saw It In Your Eye

                    F#m           E                  A
To My Music And My Memory, You’d Said Your Last Goodbye

   A                                D                   A
I Watch The Ferryboat Ghosts Cross On Evening’s Ebbing Tide

                                             E
And Scratch Out Postcards At The Bus Stop, Waiting For My Ride

 A                               D                    A
Confidence Is Feigned Easier In Writing Than On The Phone

                    F#m                E              A
When Fog And Rain, Hand In Hand, Seep Deep Into Your Bones

                           D                A
I Often Find Myself Awake In The Pre-dawn Stain

                                      E
Listening To The Wind And Sleet Beat Hard Against The Window Paine

    A                                    D           A
Of All The Voices Of Regret That Still Clamor In My Head

                 F#m                      E                       A
It’s Often You I Hear Most Clear, Finally Understanding What You Said.

     D                  A                 E
You Told Me Once, Home Is The Place That Never Leaves Your Heart

     D                    A                                          E
If That’s The Case, This Empty Place Is Where My Journey Home Must Start.

    A                            D                  A
Without You Waiting There For Me, My Music Has Run Dry

     A                D
And Hopes Of Finding Home Again

 E                  A
Bleak As Seattle’s Sky.