Learning To Love Again

	  		
 


intro: Am G F C 


Am          G                 F           C 
Your poker face ain’t fooling nobody, nobody here 
Am          G                   F            C 
We’ve all felt the flame and shed those same tears 
Am                 G                   F               C 
Driving home to a one man hell, still counting years, still counting years 
Am       G             F                  C 
Hey brother we’re all learning to love again 
Am                   G                 F                    C 
‘Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open 
Am          G            F          C 
Standing in places no picture contains 
Am            G                  F                         C 
That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying 
Am             G          F            C 
Sing with the radio to song we can’t name 
Am             G                F                   C 
That was the real you saying, “Maybe I’m not too young to be a cowboy.” 
Am        G               F             C 
Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again 
Am        G               F             C 
Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again 
Am               G               F                      C 
Making up your bed that day on a foreign floor between foreign walls 
Am                  G                    F                C 
Thinking ’bout the words you’d say to a phone that never calls 
Am                          G             F                      C 
Feel the weight of your father’s ring and all those dreams, and all those dreams 
Am    G                   F             C 
Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again 
Am                   G                 F                    C 
‘Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open 
Am          G            F          C 
Standing in places no picture contains 
Am            G                  F                         C 
That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying 
Am             G          F            C 
Sing with the radio to song we can’t name 
Am             G                F                   C 
That was the real you saying, “Maybe I’m not too young to be a cowboy.” 
Am        G               F             C 
Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again 
Am        G               F             C 
Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again 
Am                    G                 F            C 
‘Cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of your body 
Am        G                  F             C 
Fear don’ know no love when we’re all the same 
Am             G           F           C 
That was the real you looking back across the water 
Am                  G               F                C 
Tears falling like rain, drops rippling against the shame 
Am             G                    F                   C 
That was the real you singing hallelujah, looking down a barrel 
Am        G               F             C 
Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again 
Am        G               F             C 
Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again