The Saints Of Tomorrow

Em D/F# G G Her eyes were bluer than the skies, her Em D/F# G G hair was yellow as the sun; she Em D/F# G G would'nt have wanted me to cry, but I Em D/F# G G I....am only..human Em D/F# G G Em D/F# G G the saints of tomorrow, the saints of tomorrow; Em D/F# G G lift our fears and sorrow.... saints of tomorrow Em D/F# G G Em D/F# G G When I find my self in those times of trouble, my sister Em D/F# G G Jessica smiles down to me; so I Em D/F# G G throw aside my pick and shovel, 'cause I'm Em D/F# G G so tired of diggin