INTRO
F Gm Dm (C)

VERSE 1
F                                     Gm           Dm 
I can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs 
Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should run 
I thought that everything would turn out right, now look what I’ve become 
A man I wouldn’t have respect for if I’d met me when I was young 

CHORUS
Bb                    C                       Dm                F           Bb
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone 
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone 

VERSE 2
F                                             Gm           Dm
Trace the roots of old cathedrals just to see where they’d go 
A maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never flow 
Pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun 
I thought that everything would turn out right but look what I’ve become 

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Bb                Dm     C     Bb            Dm    C
I will leave this firing line, I have nothing to rewind