Bm A  D  A  Bm
i.  fVII  iii  fVII i

Bm
In the bitter endless kind of blue
A
where just a little spark will do
D
i lie awake and i think of you
A                        Bm
sweetness that we've tasted

Bm
this ole room with no great view
A
testament to see me through
D
i drift away on dreams of you
A                          Bm
the tenderness that we wasted

Chorus:
G                            A
there's nothing down here on god's green earth
D                                         Bm
like the touch of a woman that I love so much
G                              A
nothing between the heavens and depths of hell
D                                        Bm
got a thing on the woman that i love so well

In the bitter endless kind of space
that's half a dozen shades of grey
i recall the colours of your face
the finer things about you

this ole cracked and crooked place
a good book to save my grace
i ponder long on glory days
i ponder life without you