(Dbsus2)Hap pi ness

was (Dbsus2)just out side my win dow.

I thought it’d crash

blow in’ (Dbsus2)eight y miles an hour.

But (Dbsus2)hap pi ness

is a lit tle more like knock in’

(Dbsus2)on your door;

(Dbsus2)you just let it in.

(Dbsus2)Hap pi ness

feels a lot like sor row.

Let it be;

you can’t (Dbsus2)make it come or go.

But (Dbsus2)you are gone,

not for good, but for now; and gone for now feels a lot like gone

for good.

Hap pi ness

is a fire crack er sit tin’ on my head board.

Hap pi ness

was (Dbsus2)nev er mine to hold.

(Dbsus2)Care ful, child;

light the fuse and get a way, ’cause (Dbsus2)hap pi ness

throws a show er of sparks.

(Fm7)Yeah,

(Fm7)yeah.

(Dbsus2)Hap pi ness

damn

near de stroys you, breaks your faith

to piec es on the floor.

So you (Dbsus2)tell your self

that’s e nough for now, but (Dbsus2)hap pi ness

has a vio lent roar.

(Dbsus2)Hap pi ness,

it’s like the old man told me:

(Dbsus2)Look for it,

and you’ll (Dbsus2)nev er find it all.

But (Dbsus2)let it go,

(Dbsus2)live your life and leave it.

(Dbsus2)Then one day

you’ll wake (Dbsus2)up and she’ll

be home,

home.

She’ll be,

she’ll

be,

she’ll be (Fm7)home.

She’ll be (Fm7)home.

She’ll be home.

She’ll be home.

She will be home,

yeah,

yeah.

She will be home,

yeah,

yeah.

She’ll be (Ab)home.

She’ll be home.

She’ll be.