Feels Like Living chords by Pat Byrne

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Key: D

Intro:


D A/C# Bm A G A D

Verse 1:

D A/C#          Bm        A
I landed on the runway in Chicago
G        Gm            D
Bought a coffee then I traded it for a beer
D                            A/C#   Bm        A
And the connecting flight to Austin felt like nothing
          G                                  D
I’m gonna give this place the best part of a year

Verse 2:

                     A/C#             Bm                A
And the woman at the motel is hard of hearing
                G          Gm     D
She doesn’t understand the way I speak
                     A/C#          Bm             A
So I straighten out my accent, and give her every last cent
       G              A                  D
Said I need a room to see me through the week

Verse 3:

                   A/C#                  Bm     A
And I’m hungry but the work’s not coming easy
    G                Gm           D
I’m tired except for when I’m not awake
                   A/C#         Bm              A
I put on my shirt and tie, tell myself another lie
     G                   A      D
No you’re not gonna miss another break

Chorus:

        G                       D      G                                  A
And I wake up early in the morning and fill the day with useful things to do
D               A/C#            Bm      A               G               A          D
The only time it ever feels like living, is when I’m down beneath the surface with you
                           A/C#   Bm              A       G               A           D
When I’m running from the ruckus, hiding from the circus down beneath the surface with you

Interlude:

D A/C# Bm A G Gm D A/C# Bm A G A D

Verse 3:

D                      A/C#          Bm A          G         Gm                D
My show last night was wrapped up by 11, there was 11 people breathing in that air
      A/C#            Bm                 A     G              A           D
two who knew my name, two just watch the game, seven drowning sorrow with despair
                       A/C#            Bm       A
These Sunday nights are breaking me so slowly
G                         D                                     A/C#            Bm              A
Chasing down that runaway thrill, sometime trying to play the game feels like trying to find a vein
             G               A             D
I’m sick and tired of pushing water up this hill

Chorus:

             G              D               G                                 A
And still I’ll wake early every morning and fill the day with useful things to do
D                A/C#             Bm   A             D                A            D
The only time it ever feels like living, is when I’m down beneath the surface with you
                           A/C#   Bm               A     G                A              D
When I’m running from the ruckus, hiding from the circus down beneath the surface with you
                          A/C#  Bm                 A              G                A       D
When I’m running from the ruckus, hiding from the circus when I’m down beneath the surface with you