Barcelona

F Heading back your way F C Heading back over G To the cold shoulder of Ontario F And I'm tracing your face C With words to a page G That I found on the plane F And the skies are clear C In Barcelona G No storms ahead here F And the skies are clear C In Barcelona G No storms ahead F Or anything at all F And I had to leave that place C (As well as that damned city G Home to all the stress that F It'd bring me). So I Packed up my words C Of lost hurt that I made G And I fucked off to Spain F 'Cause the skies are clear C In Barcelona G No storms ahead here F 'Cause the skies are clear C In Barcelona G No storms ahead F Or anything at all F Heading back your way C Heading back over G To the cold shoulder of Ontario F And I'm tracing your face With words to a page C G That I found on the plane F 'Cause the skies are clear C In Barcelona G No storms ahead here F 'Cause the skies are clear C In Barcelona G No storms ahead F Or anything at all F I wanna be the grass that flicker C G Like feathers on hill within a Salted breeze F Under cool and kind weather C G Shaped by the scent of the sea