Words and Music by: Jim Cuddy and Greg Keelor Key: G Verse: gain There's a seat on the corner I keep every night Wait til the evening begins I feel like a stranger from another world But at least I'm living again There are nights full of anger Words that are thrown Tempers that are shattered and thin And the moments of magic Are just too short They're over before they begin I know it's time One big step I can't go I'm not ready yet Til I am myself Til I am myself Til I am myself again Instrumen (azchords.com)
