Key: Bb G C G I wish some dreams would shine as bright as headlights C G The way they are shining in my head C G I’d rather dream away on something crazy C G Than live to see the day my dream was dead G C G You can pour yourself so much into something C G Until your feet ain’t even planted in the ground C G You can pour yourself one more cup of coffee C G Spend the morning trying to figure it out
D Here comes the afternoon C Here comes the evening moon G D Cicadas are just singing like a choir D Here comes the Sunday dress C Looking to impress G D Confessing sins and burning with desire G With desire G C G I wish I could take the pain the world has given C G Spread it out and hold it in my hands C G And never let it get too overwhelming C G Let it sting enough to remind me who I am D Here comes the afternoon C Here comes the evening moon G D Cicadas are just singing like a choir D Here comes the Sunday dress C Looking to impress G D Confessing sins and burning with desire C D Well I’d lie to myself If I thought it’d help G D I’m trying to buy the one thing C D That ain’t for sale G It ain’t for sale G C G I wish some dreams would shine as bright as headlights C G The way they are shining in my head C G I’d rather dream away on something crazy C G Than live to see the day my dream was dead C G Than live to see the day my dream was dead
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