(Cm7)Writ ten in these walls are the sto ries that I can’t ex (Eb)plain.

I (Cm7)leave my heart o pen, but it stays right here emp ty for (Eb)days.

She (Cm)told me in the morn in’ she don’t (Ab)feel the same a bout us in her (Eb)bones.

Al (Cm7)Seems to me that when I die, these (Ab)words will be writ ten on my (Eb)stone.

And I’ll be (Ab)gone, (Bb)gone to night.

The ground be neath my (Ab)feet is o pen wide, the way that I’ve been (Ab)hold in’ on too tight with noth in’ in be (Bb)tween.

The (Eb)sto ry of my life.

I take her home.

I (Ab)drive all night to keep her warm and time

is (Ab)fro

(Eb)zen.

The (Eb)sto ry of my life.

I (Ebmaj7)give her hope.

I (Ab6)spend her love un til she’s broke in (Cm7)side.

The sto ry of my (Eb)life.

(Cm7)Writ ten on these walls are the col ors that I can’t ex (Eb)change.

I (Cm7)leave my heart o pen, but it stays right here emp in its (Eb)cage.

I (Cm)know that in the morn in’ now I (Ab)see a sin gle light up on the (Eb)hill.

Al (Cm7)though to I am bro I ken, my (Ab)heart is un tamed ten on still.

(Eb)stone.

And I’ll be (Ab)gone, (Bb)gone to night.

The fire be neath my (Ab)feet is burn in’ bright, the way that I’ve been (Ab)hold in’ on so tight with noth in’ in be (Bb)tween.

The (Eb)sto ry of my life.

I take her home.

I (Ab)drive all night to keep her warm and time

is (Ab)fro

(Eb)zen.

The (Eb)sto ry of my life.

I (Ebmaj7)give her hope.

I (Ab6)spend her love un til she’s broke in (Cm7)side.

The sto ry of my (Eb)life.

And I’ll be (Fm7)wait in’ for this time to come a round,

but, ba by, (Fm7)run nin’ af ter you is like chas in’ the (Bb)clouds.

The (Eb)sto ry of my life.

I take her home.

I (Ab)drive all night to keep her warm.

And (Cm7)time

is fro

(Ab)zen.

The The sto ry of my life.

The sto ry of my (Cm7)life.

The sto ry is (Eb)my life.