Chords for Walter Etc. - Always Leaving (Official Video)
Tempo:
110.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I've been thinking about it all day, meaning to tell you [D] it's too late, but explain to
you, make sense of [G] it.
All I can offer [Em] is this [D]
belated [G] goodbye.
Just imagine if you're away, just come in and go, [D] if purpose has a place.
Not sure where home is, [G] but I always get home [Em] sick, in [D] the cradle of [G] pain.
[D]
See if [G] your heart [D] had a back door, [G] I'd just [C] slip away.
[G] [D] Cowardly, but it's [G] my go-to.
Seems like every so [D] long needs some [G] profound [C] insight, [G] but all [D] this does nothing to tell
you, is [Em] if I hope you [D] enjoy [G] this mess.
And [Em] what you love [D] leads you to [G] success.
And when [Em] you think of [D] me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give you [G] a friend [D] who's always [G] leaving.
Sometimes I think distance is perfect, cause if for long-term romance I stay,
far this [D] end.
Other times I really wanna call you, [G] but for some reason shy away,
because I know [D] you'd be there, out late [G] instead.
So I'll still find some cloudy days, like a million pancakes, but it sucks like it's
been a long time at all, so young, dumb, and crashing above, you finished in a sense of
pride, and you set me up for your action, God, and I keep my thoughts going in a room,
sick of hope that you would love the lands of Guatemala, Uruguay, [D] Brazil, [E] Spain, [D] [Bm] Yosemite,
the Delta, [E] Idaho, [B] Bermuda, [Bm] I'm falling out of control, [G] I'm not ready.
[D] See [G] love is aching [D] in my chest [G] and it won't [C] go away.
[G] Doctor [D] says I've [G] broken my hustle, but I think it's some [D] residue [G] from what I [C] couldn't say,
[G] so I'll buy you a [D] coffee, the wild [G] love of my hustle.
My [Em] Lord, I hope [D] you enjoy [G] this mess, and [Em] what you lack [D] leads you to [G] success.
And [Em] when you think [D] of me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give [G] you a friend [A] who's always [G] leaving.
[Em] Maybe I'm [D] not cut out for [G] all this, [Em] maybe I want [D] all that life [G] can give,
but I [Em] hope you know [D] it pays me to [G] know it, [C] to be [G] your friend [D] who's always leaving.
[G]
you, make sense of [G] it.
All I can offer [Em] is this [D]
belated [G] goodbye.
Just imagine if you're away, just come in and go, [D] if purpose has a place.
Not sure where home is, [G] but I always get home [Em] sick, in [D] the cradle of [G] pain.
[D]
See if [G] your heart [D] had a back door, [G] I'd just [C] slip away.
[G] [D] Cowardly, but it's [G] my go-to.
Seems like every so [D] long needs some [G] profound [C] insight, [G] but all [D] this does nothing to tell
you, is [Em] if I hope you [D] enjoy [G] this mess.
And [Em] what you love [D] leads you to [G] success.
And when [Em] you think of [D] me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give you [G] a friend [D] who's always [G] leaving.
Sometimes I think distance is perfect, cause if for long-term romance I stay,
far this [D] end.
Other times I really wanna call you, [G] but for some reason shy away,
because I know [D] you'd be there, out late [G] instead.
So I'll still find some cloudy days, like a million pancakes, but it sucks like it's
been a long time at all, so young, dumb, and crashing above, you finished in a sense of
pride, and you set me up for your action, God, and I keep my thoughts going in a room,
sick of hope that you would love the lands of Guatemala, Uruguay, [D] Brazil, [E] Spain, [D] [Bm] Yosemite,
the Delta, [E] Idaho, [B] Bermuda, [Bm] I'm falling out of control, [G] I'm not ready.
[D] See [G] love is aching [D] in my chest [G] and it won't [C] go away.
[G] Doctor [D] says I've [G] broken my hustle, but I think it's some [D] residue [G] from what I [C] couldn't say,
[G] so I'll buy you a [D] coffee, the wild [G] love of my hustle.
My [Em] Lord, I hope [D] you enjoy [G] this mess, and [Em] what you lack [D] leads you to [G] success.
And [Em] when you think [D] of me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give [G] you a friend [A] who's always [G] leaving.
[Em] Maybe I'm [D] not cut out for [G] all this, [Em] maybe I want [D] all that life [G] can give,
but I [Em] hope you know [D] it pays me to [G] know it, [C] to be [G] your friend [D] who's always leaving.
[G]
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_ I've been thinking about it all day, meaning to tell you [D] it's too late, but explain to
you, make sense of [G] it.
All I can offer [Em] is this [D]
belated [G] goodbye. _ _ _ _ _
Just imagine if you're away, just come in and go, [D] if purpose has a place.
Not sure where home is, [G] but I always get home [Em] sick, in [D] the cradle of [G] pain.
_ _ _ _ _ [D]
See if [G] your heart [D] had a back door, [G] I'd just [C] slip away.
[G] _ [D] Cowardly, but it's [G] my go-to.
Seems like every so [D] long needs some [G] profound [C] insight, _ [G] but all [D] this does nothing to tell
you, is [Em] if I hope you [D] enjoy [G] this mess.
And [Em] what you love [D] leads you to [G] success. _
And when [Em] you think of [D] me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give you [G] a friend [D] who's always [G] leaving. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Sometimes I think distance is perfect, cause if for long-term romance I stay,
_ far this [D] end.
Other times I really wanna call you, [G] but for some reason shy away,
_ because I _ know [D] you'd be there, out late [G] instead. _
_ _ _ _ So I'll still find some cloudy days, like a million pancakes, but it sucks like it's
been a long time at all, so young, dumb, and crashing above, you finished in a sense of
pride, and you set me up for your action, God, and I keep my thoughts going in a room,
sick of hope that you would love the lands of Guatemala, Uruguay, [D] Brazil, [E] Spain, _ [D] _ [Bm] Yosemite,
the Delta, [E] Idaho, [B] Bermuda, [Bm] I'm falling out of control, [G] I'm not ready. _
_ _ _ [D] See [G] love is aching [D] in my chest [G] and it won't [C] go away.
[G] Doctor [D] says I've [G] broken my hustle, but I think it's some [D] residue [G] from what I [C] couldn't say,
[G] so I'll buy you a [D] coffee, the wild [G] love of my hustle.
My [Em] Lord, I hope [D] you enjoy [G] this mess, and [Em] what you lack [D] leads you to [G] success.
_ And [Em] when you think [D] of me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give [G] you a friend [A] who's always [G] leaving. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Maybe I'm [D] not cut out for [G] all this, _ [Em] maybe I want [D] all that life [G] can give,
but I [Em] hope you know [D] it pays me to [G] know it, [C] to be [G] your friend [D] who's always leaving.
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_ I've been thinking about it all day, meaning to tell you [D] it's too late, but explain to
you, make sense of [G] it.
All I can offer [Em] is this [D]
belated [G] goodbye. _ _ _ _ _
Just imagine if you're away, just come in and go, [D] if purpose has a place.
Not sure where home is, [G] but I always get home [Em] sick, in [D] the cradle of [G] pain.
_ _ _ _ _ [D]
See if [G] your heart [D] had a back door, [G] I'd just [C] slip away.
[G] _ [D] Cowardly, but it's [G] my go-to.
Seems like every so [D] long needs some [G] profound [C] insight, _ [G] but all [D] this does nothing to tell
you, is [Em] if I hope you [D] enjoy [G] this mess.
And [Em] what you love [D] leads you to [G] success. _
And when [Em] you think of [D] me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give you [G] a friend [D] who's always [G] leaving. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Sometimes I think distance is perfect, cause if for long-term romance I stay,
_ far this [D] end.
Other times I really wanna call you, [G] but for some reason shy away,
_ because I _ know [D] you'd be there, out late [G] instead. _
_ _ _ _ So I'll still find some cloudy days, like a million pancakes, but it sucks like it's
been a long time at all, so young, dumb, and crashing above, you finished in a sense of
pride, and you set me up for your action, God, and I keep my thoughts going in a room,
sick of hope that you would love the lands of Guatemala, Uruguay, [D] Brazil, [E] Spain, _ [D] _ [Bm] Yosemite,
the Delta, [E] Idaho, [B] Bermuda, [Bm] I'm falling out of control, [G] I'm not ready. _
_ _ _ [D] See [G] love is aching [D] in my chest [G] and it won't [C] go away.
[G] Doctor [D] says I've [G] broken my hustle, but I think it's some [D] residue [G] from what I [C] couldn't say,
[G] so I'll buy you a [D] coffee, the wild [G] love of my hustle.
My [Em] Lord, I hope [D] you enjoy [G] this mess, and [Em] what you lack [D] leads you to [G] success.
_ And [Em] when you think [D] of me now [G] and then, [C] I'd give [G] you a friend [A] who's always [G] leaving. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Maybe I'm [D] not cut out for [G] all this, _ [Em] maybe I want [D] all that life [G] can give,
but I [Em] hope you know [D] it pays me to [G] know it, [C] to be [G] your friend [D] who's always leaving.
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