No Direction

Intro: D [Refrão] D I gotta Western way of leaving G A Southern style o' believing D A My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition D To fill the rear-view mirror G With miles of Eastern pines D A G But I got no direction if I can't call you mine N.C. D Hmm-mm-mm [Verso 1] D G D Coffee's cold, the diner's getting loud A The angel in my ear says, "Let's break out of this crowd" D G D It's time to go, well, that ain't nothing new G D A D So I'll just head on out of view, down the road a stone or two [Refrão] D With my Western way of leaving G A Southern style o' believing D A My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition D To fill the rear-view mirror G With miles of Eastern pines D A G But I got no direction if I can't call you mine N.C. D Hmm-mm-mm N.C. D Hmm-mm-mm [Verso 2] D G D If you're gone, don't be gone for good A I'd turn back the time every morning if I could D G D So here I lay, watch the fan blade cut a breeze G D I dust off your memory A D 'Cause I can't change what's come to be [Refrão] D I gotta Western way of leaving G A Southern style o' believing D A My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition D To fill the rear-view mirror G With miles of Eastern pines D A G But I got no direction if I can't call you mine A G Oh, I got no direction if I can't call you mine N.C. D Hmm-mm-mm Bm Am G D Hmm-mm-mm