Bayside - Talking of michelangelo

^DThe sidewalk's ^Emcracked and dirty ^Bmfac^Ae ^{G G}Is looking up from ^F#underneath my ^Bmfeet ^GStaring at the ^Ahollow broken ^Dboy ^DWho's lost and ^Emwandering these^Bm ci^Aty^G streets And ^F#every night I ^Dwander here ^Emalone A night that ^Awe won't meet

And I ^Dwonder when we'll^G finally ^Aunderstand ^BmWhy time can wash away love ^Emlike it was ^Amade of sand And it's ^Dwonderful the pain^G that comes with r^Aegret ^BmSometimes you have to see the ^Embeauty in all ^Aof this lonely^Dness

^DThe street lights ^Emflicker and they ^Bmfad^Ae ^G Like every good ^F#intention that I've^Bm had ^GEvery face that ^Apasses through my ^Dmind And I've been ^Emstruggling with thes^Bme s^Aam^Ge old dreams Til th^F#e concrete turns to ^Bmsand and I'm ^Gswept up by the ^Awaves

And I ^Dwonder when we'll^G finally ^Aunderstand ^BmWhy time can wash away love ^Emlike it was ^Amade of sand And it's ^Dwonderful the pain^G that comes with r^Aegret ^BmSometimes you have to see the ^Embeauty in all ^Aof this lonely^Dness

There's ^Gonly so many ^Achances that you ^Dget To do ^Emsomething that's this ^Gimportant Now I'd ^Arather sink than ^Dswim ^GSewer grates keep ^Aspitting up their ^Dsteam Exhaling ^Emall the broken ^Gdreams I've flushed ^Aaway

And I ^Dwonder when, ^Gwhen ^AI'll bow ^Bmout Wash me ^Emaway like I was ^Amade of sand And it's ^Dwonderful^{G A} Is ^Bmwonderful ^{A A A A D}