Gretchen Peters - On a bus to st cloud

^GOn a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota, ^Em7I thought I saw you there, With the ^Am7snow falling down ^Daround you, Like a ^Gsilent prayer,

^GAnd once on a street in New York City, ^Em7With the jazz and the sin in the air, And ^Am7once on a cold L.A. ^Dfreeway, ^GGoing nowhere,

^GAnd it's strange, but it's ^Em7true, I was ^Dsure it was ^Gyou, ^GJust a face in the ^Em7crowd, On a ^Am7bus ^Dto St. ^GCloud.

^GIn a church in downtown New Orleans, ^Em7I got down on my knees and prayed, And I ^Am7wept in the arms of ^DJesus, For the ^Gchoice you made,

^GWe were just gettin' to the good part, ^Em7Just gettin' past the mystery, Oh, and it's ^Am7just like ^Dyou, ^Gto disagree,

^GAnd it's strange, but it's ^Em7true, I was ^Dsure it was ^Gyou, ^GJust a face in the ^Em7crowd, On a ^Am7bus ^Dto St. ^GCloud.

^Em7And you chase me like a ^Dshadow, ^C/DAnd you haunt me like a ^Gghost, And I ^D7hate ^Cyou some, and I ^Glove you some, But I ^Dmiss you most...

^GOn a bus to St. ^DCloud, Minne^Gsota, ^Em7I thought I saw you there, With the ^Am7snow falling down ^Daround you, Like a ^Gsilent prayer,^Em7 Ooooh ^C/DOooh ^DOoh^G