Chord Homecoming by Vienna Teng

homecoming walter’s song vienna teng warm strangers 2004 intro : E A E B A E E A E it’s desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears B A E B hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears G# C#m A E that i was born in north carolina , not an hour from her home town F#m A B and we used to play the same pizza parlor pinball E A E and there’s a glance in time suspended as i wonder how it is B A E B we’ve been swept up just by circumstance to where the coyote lives G# C#m A E where my days are strips of highway , and she’s wiping tables down F#m A B holding on and still waiting for that windfall E A E but i . . . ’ve come home B A E even though i’ve never had so far to go E A E B/D# C#m F#m A B i . . . ’ve come ho . . . . . . . . . . . . . me E A E i pay the check and leave the change from a crumpled ten - dollar bill B A E B head across the street where vacancy is burning in neon still G# C#m A E well the night eats up my body heat , and there’s no sign of another F#m A B and i find myself slipping down into that black E A E but things are good i’ve got a lot of followers of my faith B A E B i’ve got a whole congregation living in my head these days G# C#m G# C#m B and i’m preaching from the pulpit to cries of "amen brother" A B closing my eyes to feel the warmth come back E A E but i . . . ’ve come home B A E even though i swear i’ve never been so alone E A E B/D# C#m F#m A B yet i . . . ’ve come ho . . . . . . . . . . . . . me G# C#m A E i just want to be living as i’m dying , just like everybody here B A B E just want to know my little flicker of time is worthwhile G# C#m A E and i don’t know where i’m driving to , but i know i’m getting old F# A B and there’s a blessing in every moment every mile E A E B A E E A E thin white terry bars of soap and a couple little plastic cups B A E B old gideons bible in the nightstand drawer saying "go on open up" G# C#m A E well i’ll kneel down on the carpet here , though i never was sure of god F#m A B think tonight i’ll give him the benefit of the doubt E A E i switch off the lights and imagine that a waitress outlined in the bed B A E B her hair falling all around me , i smile and shake my head G# C#m A E well we all write our own endings , and we all have our own scars F#m A B but tonight i think i see what it’s all about E A E cause i . . . ’ve come home B A E ooooooooooooooh E A E B/D# C#m F#m A B E i . . . i . . . . . . . . . i . . . . i’ve come home