Chordproc: Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur

Capo III

The hottest days of the summer They brought us here together

You know it's true

But this cold now it's getting warmer

Maybe come September I will feel brand new

I'm moving to America

Moving to America

It's an empty threat In the city I once would never I'm learning to say never never never ever 'Cause now I'm its favorite flower I'm blooming through to the concrete cracks of this condo tower I'm moving to America Moving to America Moving to America It's an empty threat

Over the course of hours

My life hit thunder showers

I hit my head until it bled

I pressed reset goddamn it I'm moving to America Moving to America Moving to America It's an empty threat

Chameleon Comedian

I know your heart

It is a secret thing

You're a comedian

You hide behind your funny face

Every time, every time Out of the shadows Out of the cameras and the lights You're a chameleon And you hide behind your darker side

Every time, every time

I don't need a punchline

Don't need a punchline Everybody's watching The way that I see you could not change I'll be your medium For everything you wanted to say 'Cause out of the shadows Out of the cameras and the lights I'm a chameleon I just hide behind the songs I write

See me smile

It's not for a funny joke

See me smile

It's not for a funny joke, it's for...

Every time, every time

I don't need a...

Don't need a punchline

Every time, every time

I don't need a punchline

Solo over verse chords x2

See me smile

It's not for a funny joke

See me smile

It's not for a funny joke, it's for...

Every time, every time

I don't need a punchline

Don't need a punchline

Every time, every time

I don't need a punchline

Don't need a punchline

Every time, every time

I don't need a punchline

(I don't need, I don't need, I don't need)

Every time, every time

A Soft Place To Land

Capo V

Callin' it quits

You think this is easy

I swear I heard you callin' the jury

Call it a catch

Without any strings attached

Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

The forest floor

The palms of your hands

I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

I call it an ace

You've gotta believe me

But you're callin' me names not to my face

But you're calling my spade a bluff

Callin' it love

Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

The forest floor

The palms of your hands

I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

Call me in the night

I don't mind, I don't care, I can't sleep, Call me in the day, in my car, on my way

Call me by name, all I want is to hear you say

Well I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

The forest floor

The palms of your hands

I'm lookin' for a soft place to land

The forest floor

The palms of your hands, palms of your hands

Change The Sheets

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A/d

My love

Took a ride on a red-eye plane

A/d

Going home

And we're never gonna feel the same

Change this feeling under my feet

Change the sheets, then change me

A/d

My love Is a stockpile of broken wills Like Santa Fe Margaritas and sleeping pills

I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road

I can fill in the blanks every time you don't fold

Here is the truth, I swear it used to be fun

Go ahead and run run run...

Change this feeling under my feet

Change the sheets, then change me Would you change this feeling under my feet? I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road I can fill in the blanks every time you don't fold Here is the truth, I swear I was fun Go ahead and run run run Change this feeling under my feet Would you change the sheets, and then change me Here is the truth, I swear I was fun Go ahead and run run run

House Full Of Empty Rooms

Capo II

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You don't talk to me

Not the way that you used to

Maybe I don't listen

In a way that makes you think I do

F#m

I've been wondering

F#m

About what we're gonna do

A house full of empty rooms

You don't kiss me,

Not the way that I wish you would

Maybe I don't look at you

In a way that makes you think you should

F#m

Still I've been thinking about how it's gonna be

Years of giving up your dreams

F#m

And I'm far from perfect

F#m

I'm far from anything but I swear that when we started

I used to make you happy

But I don't know you

Not the way that I thought I did

Maybe you don't know me

And you don't wanna be the first to say

F#m

I've been wondering about what we're gonna do

F#m

And I've been wondering about what we're gonna do

F#m

A house full of empty rooms

Mint

Ooooooh

The taste of mint, you were a field of it Why I couldn't say no, to the taste of it

God knows I want to, aah God knows I need to, aah God doesn't know you like I do

You're the taste of mint, under a midnight flirt And why I couldn't just go, and try to sleep on it

God knows I want to, aah God knows I need to, aah God doesn't know you like I do

And I do-o-o, sha la la la la la

I do, sha la la la la la la la la

And it's like, pure heaven sent Nothing could, could have replaced

Lord knows I tried, to be true

God knows I want to, aah God doesn't know you like I do

And I do-o-o, sha la la la la la I do, sha la la la la la la la la

Sidecar

Wake up! Wake up! I want to take you To all the places I thought we could I was feeling so lost for so long I was feeling so lost for so long I didn't know what to do Sit up! Sit up! Sit up! I went and made you Breakfast in bed, coffee and juice I was feeling so lost for so long You were feeling so lost for so long We didn't know what to do You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff There to chase down the hard stuff Wait up! Wait up! You let me show you All of the monsters I was holding on to So get up! Get up! Get up it's gonna be good Cause you all know what nothing nothing no one owes you You were feeling so lost for so long I was feeling so lost for so long You were feeling so lost for so long We didn't know what to do You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff with you There to chase down You and I will be sidecars There to chase down the hard stuff with you There to chase down the hard stuff

Pink Champagne

Capo II

Cadd9-C

Top it up, a white carnation

I borrow my mother's clutch

Thinking the grass could be greener, at last

Now that I'm all grown up

But expectation tonight 'ill be the death of me

In a dress to kill and a glass to fill

Cadd9-C

I wasn't ready, but I didn't fight

Pink champagne tastes the same

I don't want to feel this way

Cadd9-C

Looking back, it was such a dumb idea

Five girls in the same-coloured dress

Book a honeymoon and find yourself thinking

Cadd9-C

My life is a perfect mess 'Cause when you're far from the phone

And start feeling at home where I am

Thinking the grass would be greener, at last

Cadd9-C

If I were on my own

Pink champagne tastes the same

I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this way

Cadd9-C

Everybody's saying

Well, if I were you

'Cause now you're such a good judge

When it comes to love___

And everybody's thinking They know me and you

Oh, I can be cruel

So can you

Pink champagne tastes the same

I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this way

Cadd9-C

Pink champagne tastes the same

I don't want to feel this

I don't want to feel this way

Going To Hell

Get out a map, carve out a path Highlight it in fluorescent yellow From the mountain pass to the prairie grass Anywhere you'll go I'll follow And if we don't speak after you leave I'll look to the sky for smoke signals If I fall behind, could you leave me a sign Breadcrumbs in the shape of an arrow See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name When the weather breaks we can sail the great lakes I'll make a white flag from your pillow Plug the holes of your leaky boat Use your t-shirt for material See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell I will let go when your leaky boat reaches the shore I will let you know when the map says you're [?] anymore See I'm going to hell In a basket I made Woven from the letters And it spells your name I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell I will see you there I will see you there I will see you there

For The Record

My blood is thick but it still runs

Every time I was taught to bite my tongue

It's been years and the letters they still come

Still come

So hang, hang me up on your cross

For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Hang me out to die in the sun

For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Raise me up when I was number one Make a story of, of a story that was spun Strong enough to carry both my sons My blood is thick but it still runs So hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang me out to die in the sun For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs Hang, hang me up on your cross For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Record

Kathleen Edwards : Voyageur

Empty Threat

Chameleon Comedian

A Soft Place To Land

Change The Sheets

House Full Of Empty Rooms

Mint

Sidecar

Pink Champagne

Going To Hell

For The Record