Kickaround

So I guess I'll make do with all that was handed down and shyly return D from this all night kickaround Quiet and cursed these tired bones demured to shuffle it homeward D it's all I could endure Dm And have I waited too long F Am or did I not wait long enough? F Fm These old walls remind me G I guess I was hoping for something more So lost in the live touch of comfort and company and whisper so coy D and all that surrounded me And after we walk down avenues endlessly and stave the sunrise D from afirming our misery Dm And have I waited too long F Am or did I not wait long enough? F Fm I put it all behind me G I guess I was hoping for something more Fm G I guess I was hoping for something more