Howie Day

^A I hear the drums ^C#m echoing t ^F#m onight
^A She hears only ^G whispers of some ^Bm quiet conve ^F#m rsations ^{G Bm
A} She's coming in ^C#m twelve- thirty ^F#m flight
T ^A he moonlit winds ^G reflect the stars that ^Bm guide me toward s ^F#m alvation ^{G Bm
A} I stopped an ^C#m old man along the ^F#m way
^A Hoping to find some o ^G ld forgotten ^Bm words or ancient ^F#m melodies ^{G Bm
A} He turned to me ^C#m as if to ^F#m say Hurry boy it's ^G waiting there for y ^Bm ou
CHORUS:
^Em It's gonna take ^C a lot to drag me ^G away from ^D you
^Em There's nothing that a ^C hundred men or ^G more could ever ^D do
^Em I bless the r ^C ains down in ^G Afric ^D a
^Em Gonna take some ^C time to do the ^G things we never h ^Bm ad ^{D Em G Bm
A} The wild dogs ^C#m cry out in the ^F#m night
^A As they grow restless ^G longing for some ^Bm solitary c ^F#m ompany ^{G Bm
A} I know that I ^C#m must do what's ^F#m right
^A Sure as Kilimangiaro r ^G ises like O ^Bm lympus above the Se ^F#m rangetti ^{G Bm
A} I seek to cur ^C#m e what's deep in ^F#m side
Frightened of this ^G thing that I've become ^Bm
CHORDS: 35 ^G 5433 2 ^Bm 23442 00 ^A 222X X ^C#m 46654 ^F#m 244222