And Saw my life this morn ing ly ing at the bot tom of a drawer.

from an All this stuff I’m sav ing; stuck be God knows what this junk is (Bb)for.

And And what (Gm)ev

er I be lieved in,

this is (Fsus)all

I have to (Bb)show.

(Bb)What the hell

were all the rea sons

for (Eb)hold ing on for such dear life?

but Here’s where I let go.

I’m not (Bb)run ning, I’m not (Eb)hid ing, I’m not (Bb)reach ing, I’m just (F)rest ing in the arms of the great wide (Bb)o pen.

Gon na pull my (Eb)soul in.

And I’m (Gm)al

(F)most

(Bb)home.

And I saw you this morn ing.

ly ing You were star ing back at me

from an an cient pho to graph ing; stuck be tween some let ters and some (Bb)keys.

And I was (Gm)lost

er for a mo ment

in the (Fsus)ache

of old good (Bb)byes.

(Bb)Some times all

that we can know is

there’s (Eb)no such thing as no re grets, but ba by, it’s all right.

I’m not (Bb)run ning,

I’m not (Eb)hid ing,

I’m not (Bb)reach ing,

I’m just (F)rest ing in the arms of the great wide (Bb)o pen.

Gon na pull my (Eb)soul in.

And I’m (Gm)al (F)most

(Bb)home.

(Bb)home.

There’s (Eb)no such thing as no re grets, but, ba by, it’s all right.

I’m not (Bb)home,

and I’m (Gm)al (F)most

(Bb)home,

and I’m (Gm)al (F)most

(Bb)home.

(Bb)home.