Mission Street

Dmaj7 Gm (2x) Dmaj7 Gm Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed stranger Dmaj7 D79 G Gm Who speaks a language I don't know but long to learn Dmaj7 Gm Its cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpane Dmaj7 Gm Dmaj7 As I sit as though awaiting some return D7 G And my hands are cold tonight Em I'm sleepless in this dark Em A Forgetting what it was I came to find D7 G And it seems that I've been wrong Em More than I've been right Asus4 A More than I've been right Dmaj7 Gm Mission Street calls out to me by name Dmaj7 D79 G Gm Then hurries on before I've hardly turned my head Dmaj7 Gm Promises of answers muttered underneath her breath Dmaj7 Gm D Like an offering of contraband misread D7 G And my hands are cold tonight Em On the strings of this guitar A Looking for the chords of what I've left behind D7 G And it seems that I've been wrong Em More than I've been right Asus4 A More than I've been right Dmaj7 Gm (2x) Dmaj7 Gm Mission Street is alive at every hour Dmaj7 D79 G Gm Like I've never been and feared I may not ever be Dmaj7 Gm A light so steady on the mountains in the distance Dmaj7 Gm A A solitude so deep it might awaken me D7 G Well my hands are cold tonight Em But the sky is bright with stars A4 A And I'm tearing through the veil that keeps me blind D7 G And it seems the more I'm wrong Em The more that I am right Asus4 A The more that I am right Dmaj7 Gm Mission Street Dmaj7 Gm D5 Mission Street