Looking For Angeline
Lyrics and Chords
D
I pulled on my wintercoat and I ran into the falling snow
D A7 A
My mind was blank, my eyes were blind, I didn’t know where I would go
D G
But I knew that letter she sent to me was a pack of lies
Or so it seemed..
D A7 A
Now, I’m still running, looking for Angeline
D
I parked my Oldsmobile outside a cracked, one-eyed motel
D A7 A
Where everyone in town is on the way to somewhere else
D
I was scared, when I thought to myself,
G
“Have the last two years just been a dream?”
D A7 A
I’m still running, looking for Angeline
F G D
I bathed in shallow, wishing waters
F G
Till I was caught in a riptide
D
Tangled up in the chains of old mines and driftwood
F G D
I saw the light like a solitary star and reached for it
F13
But I was to be drawn deeper
A7 A
Drawn deeper
C G D
Looking for Angeline
C G D
Looking for Angeline
C G D
Looking for Angeline
F13 A7 A
Angeline
SOLO ; Verse Chords
D
When I came back I’d no idea how long I had been gone
D A7 A
Things you lose are never really lost, battles never really won
D
I look at all these war-worn, sad-eyed men
G
And I know I’m no worse off than them
D A A7 D
We’re all out there, looking for Angeline
C G D
Looking for Angeline
C G D
Looking for Angeline
C G D
Looking for Angeline
F13 A7 A
Angeline
OUTRO ; D Fmaj7
Lyrics
I pulled on my wintercoat and I ran into the falling snow
My mind was blank, my eyes were blind, I didn’t know where I would go
But I knew that letter she sent to me was a pack of lies
Or so it seemed..
Now, I’m still running, looking for Angeline
I parked my Oldsmobile outside a cracked, one-eyed motel
Where everyone in town is on the way to somewhere else
I was scared, when I thought to myself,
“Have the last two years just been a dream?”
I’m still running, looking for Angeline
I bathed in shallow, wishing waters
Till I was caught in a riptide
Tangled up in the chains of old mines and driftwood
I saw the light like a solitary star and reached for it
But I was to be drawn deeper
Drawn deeper
Looking for Angeline
When I came back I’d no idea how long I had been gone
Things you lose are never really lost, battles never really won
I look at all these war-worn, sad-eyed men
And I know I’m no worse off than them
We’re all out there, looking for Angeline
Looking for Angeline