Intro: C                G       C

C
There was a time when I heard you calling out my name
    F                     C     G
But these days I'm not so sure
C                                G                 Am
When the room went dark and your voice was gone, I heard you all the same
    F                     C      G
But these days I'm not so sure
C
I knew I could remember your bedroom and your touch
    F                      C     G
But these days I'm not so sure
C          G               Am
Definitely was the word I used far too much
      F                     C    G
Cause these days I'm not so sure


F                       C
I bummed expensive cigarettes
F                       C
I wrote John Steinbeck's books
Am                      G                       F                    C                  
I undressed someone's daughter and then complained about her looks
F                                                    C  
  Stealing was so easy then I wish that it still were
         Am            G             F                    C
Now as I pick my own pocket I know these days I'm not so sure






C
The church was my kitchen, the world was my church
     F                      C           G
But these days I'm not so sure
C                    G         Am                       
The choirs I would listen, the briers I would search
     F                      C           G
But these days I'm not so sure
   F            C         F                      C
I sacrificed my sister, I prayed my own soul to keep
   Am           G             F                 C
I told my dying father that a man should never weep
F                                                 C
  Breathing was so easy then I wish that it still were
           Am                                    G                    F        C        (G      F       C) x2
Now as the breeze just makes me colder, I know these days I'm not so sure




C
So if you see me tripping, I've forgotten how to walk
        F                             C         G
And I spend my days wishing after her
C                       G             Am
My steps are without rhythm and her name is drawn in chalk
       F                   C            G
As these days I'm not so sure
    F                  C              F             C
I drank my wine for breakfast every morning I was born
        Am            G           F             C
In the black electric winter my back was always warm
F                                               C
  Sleeping was so easy then I wish that it still were
Am                     G              F 
Now in my sleepless bedroom, I know these days…                               
               C                G               C
I'm not so sure.