311 - Inside Our Home [Audio] Chords
Tempo:
92.25 bpm
Chords used:
C#
Fm
Cm
G#
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [Fm]
[C#] I'm here [Cm] on the road, [C#] [G] surrounded yet [Fm] still alone.
But I couldn't [C#] blame [Fm] 3000 miles separates me from my center [C#] stones.
The [G] only thing [Fm] that could build this home.
[C#] Lined [Cm] up my best [Fm] intentions, I gave it half a [C#] chance.
Now [Cm] no one else I'd [Fm] mention, even worth a second [C#] glance.
Any day now, [Cm] we'll be way out [Fm] in the country.
Where we get [C#] to be who we [Cm] really are, [Fm] being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
[C#]
[F]
[C] [G#] I like the view out [Cm] our window, eucalic [Fm] and peaceful.
Every day there [A#] are mountains, and sometimes [G#] the ocean.
But I give it [Cm] all up for [D#] the things that [Fm] you leave.
I don't want to see when [C#] I turn and look inside [G#] our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
Inside our [G#] home.
Home, home, home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
Inside [G#] our home.
[C#] And somehow, strange as it [Fm] may, it's harder for the one who stays.
But you don't complain of thoughts and [Cm] doubts of that who keep you company for days.
You rise above and somehow carry the weight.
Any day now, I'll be back [Fm] out in the country.
Where I [C#] get to feel love when it's just [Fm] us being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
[C] [F] [C]
[F] [G#] I like the view [Cm] out our window, [Fm] eucalic and peaceful.
Every day [C#] there are mountains, [A#m] and [G#] sometimes the ocean.
But I give [Cm] it all up [D#] for the things [Fm] that you leave.
I don't want to see [C#] when I turn [A#] and look inside our [A#m] home.
Home, wanna [C#] be home.
It gets rougher [G#] than rough, harder than this.
I don't [D#] know what could be, but you just take it on [A#] easily.
There's nothing [Cm] so [C#] worth it, [C#m] imperfectly perfect.
[G#] Home, home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
[G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, [Fm] home, home.
[C#]
[G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
Inside our home.
[C#] I'm here [Cm] on the road, [C#] [G] surrounded yet [Fm] still alone.
But I couldn't [C#] blame [Fm] 3000 miles separates me from my center [C#] stones.
The [G] only thing [Fm] that could build this home.
[C#] Lined [Cm] up my best [Fm] intentions, I gave it half a [C#] chance.
Now [Cm] no one else I'd [Fm] mention, even worth a second [C#] glance.
Any day now, [Cm] we'll be way out [Fm] in the country.
Where we get [C#] to be who we [Cm] really are, [Fm] being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
[C#]
[F]
[C] [G#] I like the view out [Cm] our window, eucalic [Fm] and peaceful.
Every day there [A#] are mountains, and sometimes [G#] the ocean.
But I give it [Cm] all up for [D#] the things that [Fm] you leave.
I don't want to see when [C#] I turn and look inside [G#] our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
Inside our [G#] home.
Home, home, home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
Inside [G#] our home.
[C#] And somehow, strange as it [Fm] may, it's harder for the one who stays.
But you don't complain of thoughts and [Cm] doubts of that who keep you company for days.
You rise above and somehow carry the weight.
Any day now, I'll be back [Fm] out in the country.
Where I [C#] get to feel love when it's just [Fm] us being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
[C] [F] [C]
[F] [G#] I like the view [Cm] out our window, [Fm] eucalic and peaceful.
Every day [C#] there are mountains, [A#m] and [G#] sometimes the ocean.
But I give [Cm] it all up [D#] for the things [Fm] that you leave.
I don't want to see [C#] when I turn [A#] and look inside our [A#m] home.
Home, wanna [C#] be home.
It gets rougher [G#] than rough, harder than this.
I don't [D#] know what could be, but you just take it on [A#] easily.
There's nothing [Cm] so [C#] worth it, [C#m] imperfectly perfect.
[G#] Home, home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
[G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, [Fm] home, home.
[C#]
[G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
[C#]
Inside our home.
Key:
C#
Fm
Cm
G#
F
C#
Fm
Cm
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ I'm here [Cm] on the road, _ _ [C#] _ [G] surrounded yet [Fm] still alone.
But I couldn't [C#] blame [Fm] 3000 miles separates me from my center [C#] stones.
The [G] only thing [Fm] that could build this home.
[C#] Lined [Cm] up my best [Fm] intentions, I gave it half a [C#] chance.
Now [Cm] no one else I'd [Fm] mention, even worth a second [C#] glance.
Any day now, [Cm] we'll be way out [Fm] in the country.
Where we get [C#] to be who we [Cm] really are, [Fm] being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
[C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G#] I like the view out [Cm] our window, eucalic [Fm] and peaceful.
Every day there [A#] are mountains, and sometimes [G#] the ocean.
But I give it [Cm] all up for [D#] the things that [Fm] you leave.
I don't want to see when [C#] I turn and look inside [G#] our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
Inside our [G#] home.
Home, home, home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
Inside [G#] our home.
_ _ [C#] And somehow, strange as it [Fm] may, _ it's harder for the one who stays.
But you don't complain of thoughts and [Cm] doubts of that who keep you company for days.
You rise above and somehow carry the weight.
Any day now, I'll be back [Fm] out in the country.
Where I [C#] get to feel love when it's just [Fm] us being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G#] I like the view [Cm] out our window, _ [Fm] eucalic and peaceful.
Every day [C#] there are mountains, [A#m] and [G#] sometimes the ocean.
But I give [Cm] it all up [D#] for the things [Fm] that you leave.
I don't want to see [C#] when I turn [A#] and look inside our [A#m] home.
Home, wanna [C#] be home.
It gets rougher [G#] than rough, harder than this.
I don't [D#] know what could be, but you just take it on [A#] easily.
There's nothing [Cm] so [C#] worth it, [C#m] imperfectly _ perfect.
[G#] Home, home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _
[G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, [Fm] home, home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ [G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
Inside our home. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ I'm here [Cm] on the road, _ _ [C#] _ [G] surrounded yet [Fm] still alone.
But I couldn't [C#] blame [Fm] 3000 miles separates me from my center [C#] stones.
The [G] only thing [Fm] that could build this home.
[C#] Lined [Cm] up my best [Fm] intentions, I gave it half a [C#] chance.
Now [Cm] no one else I'd [Fm] mention, even worth a second [C#] glance.
Any day now, [Cm] we'll be way out [Fm] in the country.
Where we get [C#] to be who we [Cm] really are, [Fm] being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
[C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G#] I like the view out [Cm] our window, eucalic [Fm] and peaceful.
Every day there [A#] are mountains, and sometimes [G#] the ocean.
But I give it [Cm] all up for [D#] the things that [Fm] you leave.
I don't want to see when [C#] I turn and look inside [G#] our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
Inside our [G#] home.
Home, home, home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
Inside [G#] our home.
_ _ [C#] And somehow, strange as it [Fm] may, _ it's harder for the one who stays.
But you don't complain of thoughts and [Cm] doubts of that who keep you company for days.
You rise above and somehow carry the weight.
Any day now, I'll be back [Fm] out in the country.
Where I [C#] get to feel love when it's just [Fm] us being ourselves.
I'm [F] counting the days.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G#] I like the view [Cm] out our window, _ [Fm] eucalic and peaceful.
Every day [C#] there are mountains, [A#m] and [G#] sometimes the ocean.
But I give [Cm] it all up [D#] for the things [Fm] that you leave.
I don't want to see [C#] when I turn [A#] and look inside our [A#m] home.
Home, wanna [C#] be home.
It gets rougher [G#] than rough, harder than this.
I don't [D#] know what could be, but you just take it on [A#] easily.
There's nothing [Cm] so [C#] worth it, [C#m] imperfectly _ perfect.
[G#] Home, home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _
[G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, [Fm] home, home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
_ [G#] Inside our home.
Home, home, [Cm] home, home, home, [Fm] home.
_ _ [C#] _ _
Inside our home. _ _ _ _