A

A                        Db
No one knows why we were taught to look away
D
There might be something wrong with me
Dm
There's nothing that I can't believe
E            Db       Gbm                 D         Dm
Are you listening two thousand miles from here?
                        A
Is the same sky just as clear?

A

A                     Db
Out of the window the slow light morning
D                      Dm
First hits your hands, touches your face
A                          Db
Though it's uncomfortable, though it is awkward
D                     Dm
Days leave the night, eyes in the light

A                    Db
The only time you're listening
D                        Dm
When we run from all the things we could say
A                              Db
I don't know what you could be hearing
D                       Dm
The sounds have gone so far, far away

/PIANO INTERLUDE/
Dbm Gbm (x4)
Dm

A                        Db
I don't know why we were taught to look away
D
There might be something wrong with me
Dm
There's nothing that I won't believe
E            Db       Gbm                 D         Dm
Are you listening two thousand miles from here?
                         A
Are the crickets just as clear?