Standard (EADGBE)

 I guess I believe that there's a point

 to what we do.

 But I ask myself is there

 something more besides you?

A COMMON DISASTER by the Cowboy Junkies

1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &

A candle burning for everything I've ever wanted.

A tattoo burned for everything I've ever wanted and lost.

I had a long list of names that I kept in my back pocket,

but I've cut it down to one and your name's at the top.

  Won't you share a common disaster

  Share with me a common disaster

  Oh oh, common disaster

I found myself a friend, but he's crooked as a stick in water.

So now I'm writing fairy tales to catch the spirit of revenge.

He's got a plan to steal my little sister,

but I'm not too concerned 'cause I will get him in the end.

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Solo on First Half Of Verse, First Line of Chorus

Going to find me someone to share a common disaster.

Run away with me from a life so cramped and dull.

Not worry too much about the happily-ever-after.

Just keep the Caddy moving 'til we're well beyond that hill.

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LAY IT DOWN by the Cowboy Junkies

 He left his dead in the cottonwood trees

 the ground grown too hard with the years.

Falling down was not what it used to be

 the ground grown too hard with the years.

 He told his children those little white lies

 the truth would only paralyze them.

He told himself those little white lies

 the truth would only paralyze him.

[Dv] Lay it [Dx] down,

[Dx] lay it [Dv] down.

 He sold most of what he cherished,

 the rest he let them steal.

Shot his dog out in the open field

 the rest he let them steal.

 He broke all of his promises,

under a sea green sky.

They never thought to ask him why,

under a sea green sky.

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Solo over a drone in D

Please bury me in the cottonwood trees

 the ground grown too cold for me.

Going to sleep tonight in a warm feather bed

 the ground grown too cold for me.

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HOLD ON TO ME by the Cowboy Junkies

If you offered me a shade of blue

 would I return it saying that it was too

 dark or light?

 Or would I see it for the precious thing

 that it might one day be?

 Hold on to me.

If you offered me a point of view

 would I dismiss it saying that it was too

 black and white?

 Or would I see it as the special thing

 That it would no doubt be?

 Hold on to me.

 I'll hold on to this gift we share

 it is as slippery as it is rare.

 I'll hold on to that feeling

 of waking and finding you there.

I'll hold on to you and you hold on to me.

If I asked you for a simple thing

 would you do it without too much thinking or fuss?

 Would you see it for the precious thing

 that it would surely be?

 Hold on to me.

Hold on to me.

Hold on to me.

COME CALLING by the Cowboy Junkies

 The stillness here,

 like what he sometimes finds inside her,

hits so hard it can steal your breath forever.

 He sometimes wonders

 is the sum of their lives together

him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters.

 These days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling

 and he's falling for the pleasure of pretending

 that she's sitting by the window waiting

 for him to come calling.

 If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours

 we'd sit on the point

 and watch the sun continually flounder.

Bathed in gold we'd plug into some kind of power

 and connect with those days

 back before all of this went sour.

 'Cause I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling

 and I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending

 that you're sitting by the window waiting

 for me to come calling.

Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper

 and with the last of the sun

 you can feel the approach of the winter.

Now is the time of each day that I

 desperately miss her.

 I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her.

 So you're drinking for the pleasure of falling

 and you're falling for the pleasure of pretending

 that I'm sitting by the window waiting

 for you to come calling.

 for you to come calling.

 for you to come calling.

 for you to come calling.

JUST WANT TO SEE by the Cowboy Junkies

I don't want to be no patch on no quilt

 (I just want to see...)

Tear-stained stitching linking memories to guilt

 (I just want to see...)

I don't want to be no hair on no wall

 (I just want to see...)

Blood-stained note saying fuck you all

 (I just want to see what kills me)

[D?] Tommy, are you ready we [G?] better head to town

[Am?] J.D.'s box is waiting to be [Am?]lowered down

 and you [Dm?] know how he [G?] hates to be kept waiting 'round

I don't want to be no chalk line drawing

 (I just want to see...)

Toe-tagged question mark, until identifying

 (I just want to see...)

I don't want to fuse with no economy seat

 (I just want to see...)

fuel some fireball at 30,000 feet

 (I just want to see what kills me)

[] Tommy, did you catch his face

[] before they closed the lid?

I [] swear I saw him wink once and [] flash me that old grin.

Oh, you [] know, that would [] be just like [] him. []

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I don't want to face no hollow-eyed ending

 (I just want to see...)

Loved ones buried, empty days of waiting

 (I just want to see what kills me)

Tommy, darling, come to bed

we'll try and sleep away this sadness.

These memories, too, are bound to die

so our dreams will have to serve us.

Tomorrow may be the day that our love betrays us.

LONELY SINKING FEELING by the Cowboy Junkies

 She says, "I'm getting that lonely sinking feeling,

 you know what I mean?"

 With his hand on her back he's thinking,

 "Where does that leave me?"

"Just when I think I've uncovered the secret

 to peace and tranquility

 that lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me."

He says, "I'm seeing those [] doubt filled

questioning [] eyes

and I can't be[]lieve it's true."

With her [] head in her hands she [] sighs,

"It's [] me, not you."

[] "Just when I thought that I'd dis[]covered the joy

of [] loving one so com[]pletely

that [] lonely sinking [] feeling creeps [] up on me."

Here in this silent room we wait on ancient ritual.

Staring at our hearts

as if they were two caged animals.

If I am the first to unlock those rusty doors

will I be the first found bleeding on the floor?

She says, "I'm getting that lonely sinking feeling,

you know what I mean?"

With his hand on her back he's thinking,

"Where does that leave me?"

"Just when I think I've uncovered the secret

to peace and tranquility

that lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me.

Just when I thought that I'd discovered the joy

of loving one so completely

that lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me.

that lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me."

ANGEL MINE by the Cowboy Junkies

Introduction on Verse Twice

 He searched for those wings that he knew

 that this angel should have at her back.

 And although he can't find them

 he really don't mind

 because he knows they'll grow back.

 And he reached for that halo that he knows

 that she had when she first caught his eye.

 Although his hand came back empty

 he's really not worried

 because he knows it still shines.

  I can't promise that I'll grow those wings

  or keep this tarnished halo shined

  but I'll never betray your trust

  angel mine.

 I search all the time on the ground

 for our shadows cast side by side.

Just to remind me that I haven't gone crazy

 that you exist and are mine.

 And I know that your skin is as warm and as real

 as that smile in your eyes.

 But I have to keep touching and smelling

 and tasting for fear it's all lies.

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Solo on Verse

Last night I awoke from the deepest of sleeps

 with your voice in my head.

 And I could tell by your breathing

 that you were still sleeping

 I repeated those words that you had said.

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Solo on Verse Twice and Fade

BEA'S SONG (RIVER SONG TRILOGY: PART II)

 Speed River at my feet running low and flat

 I'm sitting here burning daylight,

thinking about the past

 and that distance out there

 where the earth meets the sky.

 The slightest move and this river mud

 pulls me further down.

John's at my side, but he's sitting on firmer ground.

John says I look at the moon and the stars

these days more often than I look into his eyes

 and I can't disagree so I don't say nothing.

 I just stare on past his face at Venus rising,

 like a shining speck of hope hanging over the horizon.

 With each passing year that I sit here

 that horizon seems to inch just that much nearer

 and all that appears on it seems as clear as spit.

 But if there's one thing in my life

 that these years have taught

 it's that you can always see it coming

 but you can never stop it.

Solo on Verse

 Speed River at my feet running low and flat

 I'm sitting here burning daylight,

thinking about the past

 and that distance out there

 where the earth meets the sky.

 The slightest move and this river mud

 pulls me further down.

John's at my side,

 but he's not noticing that I'm drowning.

 The slightest move and this river mud

 pulls me further down.

John's at my side,

 but he's not noticing that I'm drowning.

SPEAKING CONFIDENTIALLY by the Cowboy Junkies

Speaking confidentially

the fire that burnt inside of me

has turned to ash the tortured tree

that grows beside the anguished sea.

Speaking confidentially.

Speaking metaphorically

the earth I trust beneath my feet

is moving now ever so slightly

I shift my feet but feel no relief.

Speaking metaphorically.

  <--

Speaking hypothetically

if the air you breathed was so unique

would you use it up to idly speak

or horde it for

  rainy week.

Speaking hypothetically.

Speaking kind of cryptically

the sea that raged beside the tree

burning bright for all to see

it just might mean the most to me.

Speaking kind of cryptically.

NOW I KNOW by the Cowboy Junkies

Now I know, now I know what it means to be broken.

Now I know, now I know what it means to be bared.

You in the chair perceptibly sinking.

I'm on my knees once again made aware of the world out there.

Grief is a word to describe the absense of feeling.

Now I know, now I know what it means to be broken.

 Now I know, now I know, now I know what it means to be broken.

 Now I know, now I know, now I know what it means to be bared.

You in the chair systematically sinking.

I'm on my knees once again made aware of the world out there.

Grief is a word to describe the absense of feeling.

 Now I know, now I know, now I know what it means to be broken.