D G A D Ainʼt it hard when you wake up in the morning G A D and you find out those other days are gone? G A D All you have is memories of happiness E A G F#m7 linger inʼ on. All your dreams and your lovers wonʼt protect you; theyʼre only passing through you in the end. Theyʼll leave you stripped of all that they can get to, and wait for you to come back again. Yet still a light is shining from that lamp on down the hall. Maybe the star of Bethlehem wasnʼt a star at all.
