Bm                        A
The moon has blocked the sun. 

Bm                        A
That I havent seen for days.

Bm                                   A
It walks the street as the chimneys burn.

Bm                                 A
Ill drink some beers as I find my way


Chorus

Bm
My way home 

         A
My way home

Bm
My way home 

         A
My way home


Verse

Bm                                    A
The streets were made for horse and cart

Bm                               A
they talk to mine behind close doors.

Bm                             A
Stood in the rain to feel the part

Bm                              A
This maze I stand of concrete walls

My way home (x4)


Bm                               A
This black hawk cant find its place,

Bm                     A
through the night we swim.


Chorus

Bm
My way home 

         A
My way home

Bm
My way home 

         A
My way home