Damage

Am / Am+ / Am6 / Am+ Am / Am+ / Am6 / Am+ Am Am/G Am/F I woke up with the war in my head E7sus4 E7 An old man's grumble, and an extra space in the bed Am Am/G Am/F E7sus4 And if ole' John Prine, could sing the next line E7 'Bout something that can make me smile Dm G7 I'm gonna have to be content to E/G# Am Am(maj7 Stare at your baby photos till it makes sense Dm G7 And were you ever mine, anyway? E/G# Speak up as I drop away A I wrote down what I think Dmaj7 On the head of a matchstick A Wrote it all short and sweet Dmaj7 All that made sense to me F#m Burn six thousand miles Bm Sorry for all the times Dmaj7 I just can't add up all the songs (Repeat intro) To find the damage we done I fought for you like a doll from a tree I keep a straight stiched face As the ground makes a bed for me I keep my eye where I fell it sends no replies You can run so long from sadness That you're never at home for the fun I can't make excuses for the short-hand abuses Thank god it ain't a sunday night I wrote down what I think On the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet All that made sense to me I burnt six thousand miles Sorry for all the times I just can't add up the songs To find the damage... I wrote down what I think On the head of a matchstick I wrote it all short and sweet All that made sense to me I'm burning out in the lights Sorry for all the times I just can't see how it comes To find the damage we done The damage we done The damage we done