Norah Jones - Were All In This Together

^GWell my fri^B7ends, well I s^Cee your face so cl^Gearly ^EmLittle bit tired, little w^Dorn through the years ^GYou sound n^B7ervous, y^Cou seem al^Gone ^EmI hardly recognize your voice on the telep^Dhone ^C

^GIn bet^B7ween, ^CI rem^Gember ^EmJust before we wound up br^Doken down ^GWe'd drive ^B7out to the e^Cdge of the hi^Gghway ^EmFollow that lonesome dead-end roadsi^Dde so^Cuth

^GWe're all ^B7in this thing tog^Cether ^{G Em}Walkin' the line between fa^Dith and fear This ^Gli-^B7fe don't last for^Cever ^{G Em}When you cry I taste the sa^Dlt in your te^Cars