Driving Home From Shows

D A That winter, D G I didn't make a sound. Bm D G A I put my head down and waited for the warmth to come. D A But I swore that on the first nice day that I was off, G Bm A D A I'd pump up my tires and ride out to the lake and just stare out. G D G Bm And somewhere out in the blue, I'd learn to feel like I did when I was 20, D G Bm A when everything was new, when everything was huge. G Bm G D A That heavy hearted hope, like driving home from shows at night. D G A Like driving home from seeing Low for the first time. D A G Bm D G Bm A G Bm But I can't go back G Bm A G and I'm looking for something to fill that hole in my heart. G Bm G D Bm G A That heavy hearted hope, like listening to Know By Heart three times in a row, on the way home.