Disenchanted Heart

[D] [G]

[Bm] [A] [G]  [C] 3x then [D] [A] [G]

[A] [G] [D]

Burried deap beneath her pile of books and delicate features
A little light shines and her soul it wants sing
But she's hindered by a confidence problem born from her childhood days
A failure at a crucial time locked her songbird away

Silent encarceration masked by a smiling face
And helpful gentle eyes relieves a nagging pain
Ten o'clock it's closing time let down your hair and restraints
Turn up a little soft melacy, start sing

My aching heart is growing weak
My breaking heart cannot be
Seen to beat a single note in time with my elation
I can not be healed until I hear you sing

Formal training for decade prepared him for the worst
And under constant pressure he remembers every word
It comes after a tired struggle between his heart and his mind
And in the end somehow there just wasn't enough time

And in the morning I wake up happy
In the morning when I see your face
In the morning I wake up happy
And all this time I still feel the same

The sun sets on a Texas skyline
His head fills with the smell of pine
And the smell of burning fuel from those ahead in line
He tries to see beyond horizons
Tries not to question why
Sings at the top of his lungs to the other passers by

Well my aching heart is growing weak
My breaking heart cannot be
Seen to beat a single note in time with my elation
I can not be healed until I hear you sing